I lie in my bed thinking at night of ways i can end this painful fight
I think of things that would finally end it all
I cant be brave any more and stand mighty and tall.
Ive experienced pain beyond no other
How do i escape the restricting walls of my dying mind.
I reach for my razor and bring it close to my neck
I can feel the cold harsh metal against my warm gritty skin
I can finally release the pain within.
Within this razor are my last thoughts and dreams, of what i could of done,what i might of achieved.
I imagine my mum awaking in the morning to find her only son, lying in his bloodstained sheets,
his body cold as a winters morning
I close my eyes now is the time
Its the time to finish a mistake which should of never been made.
Goodbye mum, I will always love you, never get lost inside the pain of your tears as i did.Theirs nothing more for me to say,
The time has come to go away,
to end this tired story of a boy who never lived
Only his memory remains in the physical state of a bloodstained razor.
