In the Last Hour

In the last hour I have broke down and cried
Slumped to the floor
Hands running through my hair
Knees tucked to my chest
Balling my eyes out over what's right and wrong

In the last hour I have got out the razors I owned and felt each one
They call my name so loud
It's hard to escape when they want you badly
I ran it up and down my arm just feeling the coolness
Wanting to be hurt so bad

In the last hour I screamed at the mirror
I can't stand to look at myself so miserable
The sight makes me want to kill myself
How can I just sit there so pathetic and useless?
How am I not dead yet?

In the last hour I thought of things I would have never thought
If I told people the truth would the person I like get in trouble?
Would my own father think of me a slut?
Would people just discredit me like last time?
Can I ever be taken seriously?

In the last hour I have wanted to kill myself so bad but the guilt just gnaws at me
I want to leave this world
I just want to go home but not be home
I just want to stop being here
I just want the help I need