Messed Up

This demon that's inside me,
It's burning with desire,
I grab a razor blade,
The cool metal feels like fire.

I close my eyes and take a
breath,
Before touching the blade to my
arm,
And as I started cutting,
I felt dizzy swirled in warmth.

With each line I make,
It's like a new high,
Blood keeps flowing out,
And it feels like I'm dancing in
the sky.

Suddenly it doesn't feel so good
anymore,
The blood just won't stop,
No longer am I dancing,
I just drastically drop.

When the high is finally over,
I crash hard into the ground,
My eyelids start getting heavy,
And I can't hear a sound.

Dying on this cold floor,
Surrounded by pools of blood,
I realize now a little too late,
That this time I really messed up.