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I lay on this ugly hospial floor;
behind that locked door.
Tired and scared,
only wanting more.

Holding this bloody razor,
I am in control,,
I decide if I die,
but iI already know the awnser to that.

I hold this to my wrrist,,
for sure today shall be my last,
I press with all my might,
thank got this is my last fight.

Every vain that i could reach,
had been slashed.
Any pain I've had,
started fading.

This rusty red pool started as a ounce,
quickly turned to pints.
My vision began to blur.
As i heard, "Ms. Becker? are you alright?"

I ignored the banging,
layed down and began shaking,
my blonde hair quickly turned red.
And i was for sure i was dead.

Kicking and Screaming,
I was dragged back to my room,
got two shots in the ass.
Please god, all I wanted was to die.

Suicide attempt,
failed once again.
It can't get any worse...
Can it?