My Name Is Cynical

I've seen this coming
My day of rest
My only, third attempt
to end all of this

I put the razor
So close to my skin
and begin to cut
a puddle of red

I hear it drip
drip, drop
I hear it fall
drip, drop

a very quiet noise
to most
but to me
It explodes

Loud, vigorous
blasting in
Not caring
Who hears

Makes me think
Of the future
I'm excited
Still pessimistic

When the day is done
The glass is half full
What a crock of shit
Call me 'Cynical'

Bereaved and Bitter
Blue and Cheerless
My only, third attempt
To end all of this