Running From a Razorblade

I don't know where to run anymore.
I cut myself deep, deep, deep.
I bleed all over the floor.

It seems that there's a razorblade in every corner
They make my skin cry, destroy my insides.
I don't want to put an end to it all
I know I don't want to die.
I just want to get rid of the pain.
I want to feel something other than numb.
I pray God exists and can save me from this.
I sit in a pool of blood.

I don't know how to live in this hell.
I need someone to save me.
I just want to be well.