Pretty Much Dead

Someone hand me a razor
It’s just one slit
All I need is to see my blood drip for a bit
I can’t handle the pain
And it will take it all away
For a little bit anyway.
Someone turn out the lights
Everyone just go away
Can’t you see I’m so sick of living?
That is why I keep pushing you away.
There is nothing for me here.
Nothing but this lingering pain.
So I don’t see the big deal.
I’m pretty much dead anyway.

Author's Note

He went out numerous times. He never wanted to be around. he didn't want anything to do with us, until i turned back to the razor.