Darkness, my light

I look into the shattered mirror
And see my bright future fade
I question why God this did to me
As I reach out for my razor blade

For the first time, I’d rather die than live.
For the first time, I wanna go to hell.
And so it falls in rivers now,
Staining the pavement a dark red

No one will notice that I’ve gone away,
No one will remember my name or face
I’m slowly, slowly withering away,
In my class, one more empty place.

As I lean by the old oak tree,
Allowing myself to watch me bleed.
My life is vanishing, it is melting,
Slipping away, slowly, surely.
I close my eyes as I draw one last breath
Hoping for nothing, not even the best