I'm not going to last

I pick up the razor blade,
as i set the towel next to me.
I cut deep down within,
praying silently to myself for it to set me free.

The blood drips down my arm,
as I cry those crimson tears.
I'm all alone now,
and all I have left is my fears.

I stand up once more,
useless and torn.
Telling myself,"I'm not worth it."
asking myself,"Why was I even born?"

I look at myself in the mirror,
wondering what has become of me.
I see the locked door behind my shadow eyes,
the door that leads to freedom, but I can't find the key.

My life is fadeing fast,
and I can see the light.
I slide down to the floor,
once more I try to fight.

The light is getting brighter,
and my life is flashing so fast.
Now that its almost over,
I think to myself,"I knew I was never going to last."