My Room, My Tomb

I'm starting to scare myself,
With thoughts of suicide.
Don't know why I'm like this.
Don't know why I hide.

But I'm starting to believe
Allthe things that you say,
The things that bring me down,
Each and every day.

So after all the yelling,
I retire to my room,
To sit in darkness...
To sit in my tomb...

I can hear your voice,
Clearly in my head.
"you're worthless,
You'd be better off dead."

So I grab my razor,
My only friend
Slicing my skin,
This is where it ends.