What i get

I walk down the hall
i close the bathroom door
i put my back against the wall
and fall to the floor

in one hand is the blade
and the other is a cloth
on one arm is marks that wont fade
i need something to make bleeding stop

it stings as i pressure
the blade against my skin
the memories last forever
even as i release the pain within

and i look into the mirror
and don't no what Ive become
the old times i fear
while my wrist suffer from being numb

and i put my hand upon the glass
and it stars into my eyes
this feeling wont go by fast
Ive captured all my lies

i pull back down my sleeve
and i take a bottle of pills
i think of what i used to be
and what i just killed

and i lie there on the floor
with nothing left to say
i just couldn't do this anymore
this place i couldn't stay

and the tiles against my back
my arms covered in blood
a breath i took my last
my hair covered in red fluid

i say goodbye in this letter
i stated every detail clear
things were to hard to get better
after so many years