Alone In the Dark

I am not alone in this place
Ive got my shining razor blade
I will cut until I'm dead
or until this nightmare ends

maybe not my wrists,
but places you can't see
I have tried so hard to stop
but it has become a part of me

it's like an addiction, I just can't stop
I try to quit every other day
but the stress goes over the top

i cut when I'm angry, happy, or sad
i decorate my sides and legs with my trusty blade
it's becoming the coolest new fad

I feel like I'm in hell here,
I need to get out now

then in my eyes form a tear
it rolls silently down my cheek
into the puddle of blood I've made
I know now that it's help that i must seek

there falls the last tear
my whole body just went numb
I know that I am going to die,
I just wish that someone would come

I imagine myself somewhere else
somewhere like the park
but as I slowly die I know
that I'm really alone in the dark