Just another saturday night

Its a saturday night, its always the same.

a couple of smokes, a couple of drinks,

bloodshot eyes, razor to wrist.

it starts to bleed, i just stare.

i dont feel the pain, i dont care.

i slowly drift away to a world of no pain,

i can hear them knocking, i can hear them ask,

am i okay?!?!

i dont answer back, because i am dead,

so i guess this saturday night wasnt the same,

this saturday night, i declare, im dead at 14 of age!