In the corner

In the corner
Where I sit
My head starts
to pound
As I hold my wrist
The yelling down stairs
Makes me want to scream
But my voice is
much to meek
I look at what I have done
I look at the blood stained
Floor and the bloody
Razor by the door
I lean back wanting to fall
Fall so Fast
Too fast to catch myself
In the corner
Where I sit
I sit here bleeding
And cutting my wrists