A headache of blood:who will kill me now::..*

Its time to make my way
to the end of the hall
the walls are closing in for me
and soon enough i will fall

the end is right in front of me
its right where i hit
my mind is all scattered
after that next slit

rock bottoms soon enough
where I'll lose all my blood
my mind will shut down
before word would get around

they don't really care
about who i am today
i don't know who i am
because of who and what they say

with the blood slowly seeping out
and the wall I'm about to hit
i cant stand that I'm almost dead
and I'm not about to quit

it's to hard for me now
to stop who i am
cant take the person inside
cause of them i have died

its not unusual for me
to realize my inner pain
but it has gotten to a point
where theres no more to strain

its just time itself
where my funeral will be
its just a matter of time
where i will be free