Razorblade kisses

It's just a little blade,
its only my left wrist
my life about to fade,
my stomach turns and twists
one more little cut,
just to feel the pain,
and maybe this time finally,
im gonna hit a vein
blood flowing like a waterfall
like teenagers in a shopping mall
a drop of red in my world of black
thinking of all the things i lack
a booming flash of lightning
streaming through my head
my imagination?
or will i soon be dead
living as an emo, it isnt just a label
its the way i lived my life
which im no longer able
now my head is spinning
about to hit the ground
no one's gonna care
so why bother stick around
my mother didnt love me
my dad was never there
my face was rarely seen
cause of my long black hair
always being teased
seas of eyes that stare
why live for one more second?
no one's gonna care
a lifetime flashes before my eyes
of eyeliner, skulls and pain
man,i wore a lot of black
and now i've gone insane
this is surely worth it
trust me, thats a fact
i always was an outcast
thats all ill ever be
but more than just a cutter,
way more than you can see
and now my life is ending
with bitterness and cold
i had an extra screwed up life
for an emo 14 year old