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I look into the mirror, and what do I see?
a sad guy staring back at me,
he can't even look himself in the eyes,
tears well up, but he won't let me cry,
I couldn't take the world anymore,
that's what I thought when I locked the bathroom door,
The guy in the mirror, isn't me,
at least not what I used to be,
this strange guy wore all black,
even the vibrant colors of my face, he now lacked,
so many cuts and white scars,
when the pain of life went to far,
the smile I used to always wear, gone unnoticed, and disappeared
All there is on his face, is anger and fear,
I didn't want to do this, but he's making me do it,
on the bathtub ledge, he forces me to sit,
there's a razor blade in my hand, where'd THAT come from,
I shouldn't do this, my body's already numb,
turning the fauset, and the tub fills,
the water is so cold, sending chills,
I knew what was going on, but couldn't do anything about it,
my body wouldn't respond, but inside, I was having a fit,
sinking into the water clothes and all,
I felt like a drenched puppet doll,
The razor at my fingertips,
I close my eyes and bite my lip,
This guy knew he was going to die,
I can feel him start to cry,
placing the menacing blade to his wrist,
I thought of all the things I'm going to miss,
I feel the blade deep inside my arm, I scream inside,
the anger within him, will no longer hide,
the deed is done, my arms are sliced,
this guy doesn't care at what price,
I stare down into the water, I can see red,
the room is spinning, shouldn't I be dead?
someones' banging loud on the bathroom door,
I'm getting colder, down the core,
the person beyond the lock is calling his name,
and began to scream when no answer came,
this body is getting numb,
my heart beat echoes like a drum,
my head leaned back, staring up at the ceiling,
while my mind is ringing,
the locked door is busted down,
I feel like I'm about to drown,
there is a girl standing staring
sorrow and desperation burning in her eyes
falling to her knees, she begins to cry,
it's to late for the guy lying there,
dead, no memory to share,
I'm no longer here,
see? Life isn't always fair