Razor to my wrists

I walk around here alone
I pace back and forth
My hands are shaking
My mind is spinning
My thoughts have come to an end
My depression returns
I try my best to ignore it
its calling my name
i scream and i fight
to chase it away
theres nobody here to help
nobody here to save me
i run up the stairs and hide
but its knocking at my door
i slowly bring out my friend
my one and only
who listens when others don't
and i slide it across my wrists
the blood is warm and thick
i cut a piece of skin again
I'm shaking with pain
my hands moving with no pause
covered in blood
i cry and i sit back
take me now i whisper
i don't wanna do this anymore