Saving Me

I hear the sirens in the background
I know I have been saved
But the story is much harder
The story where I caved
Late, late at night
I stand in front of the mirror
I can take my life
No longer do I fear
I'm not afraid of death
In fact I wish it was near
I wish I could fight death
Instead of standing here
I see my razor on the ground
And thoughts come to mind
Wonder if I did it this would be the only time
So as I slowly cut
The blade goes through my skin
Blood comes flowing out
As I start to feel free again
But soon after a while the bleeding does not stop
I then start to worry
I soon just give up
I let the blood fall
As I slowly begin to slip
I finally fall asleep
I know I am losing my grip
My mother comes in
She drops the towels to the floor
Soon after police knock down the wooden door
More than half my blood gone
And a hit to my head
I learned my lesson
Because I could be dead