Drowning in your own blood-afraid of any help
Wondering if death is really what you want
As blood surges out of your open vein
You pass out no longer able to decide
You wake up in some new place
And find you've been there for a week
It's hard to move a muscle due to your actions
Then you suddenly remember why you're here
The razor pressing into the soft flesh of your wrist
You feel the familiar sting as you're sucked from reality
No longer able to shed tears-you reach for the phone
But then think better of it-you're really going to do it
Looking down after however long it was
To see blood dripping from your arm onto your matress
The same matress that stashed all your razors and knives
And all your pot and other drugs when cutting wouldn't help
You're back in the place where there's a soft beep
You look up to see blood being fed into you
You say fuck-it, why does nothing work-and yank out the IV
That soft beep turns into a consistent hum
Then look over to see your parents asleep next to you
As your vision darkens you scream out a cry of help
That came too late