Panic

Sitting in your hole
Of angst and despair
Smeared makeup on your face
And knots in your hair
Beats on the door
Drowned out by your music
As your thoughts drift to him
And your hand to your razor
The one you stole
From your dads drawer
FUCK YOU SLUT
GOD DAMN WHORE
Words that float
In your sweet little head
As you carve his name into your wrist
Oh well,looks like you'll soon be dead
But as the first line appears
You panic and slip
And hit your artery
As your life bleeds out
Drip....by drip....