Dark days

My dark days might be like yours
I lock myself in my room
I grab the razor and say f**k this shit
I want to end it
I want to die
I want to finaly be trully happy
so I press it against my skin
the razor kisses me with it's sweet kiss
my heart starts crying as the tears start to show
from the path my razor showed
then I say that's not enouph
and presses it deeper into my arm
it does not only cut my skin but also my soul
I cut and I cut
I say f**k this world
then I pass out

only to wake up the next morning
arm hurting and soul broken
then I go on my day
and at night I do it all over again