Painted red

Deeper goes the razor blade,
Hoping that the pain will fade,
The words i spill upon this page,
They are my emo serenade.

Higher goes my presure gage,
A biproduct of all my rage,
Rage is a result of all this pain,
Now the blood poors to the floor; yeah let it rain.

The floor is painted red,
I can't stop wishing I was dead,
I feel as if my lifes a show,
And this is my final scene; oh no.

Everyone watches from the outside,
They watch my emotional rollercoaster ride,
The pain I feel inside,
The feeling is too much to hide.

My life is a play,
And this is my final day,
Life is awful i'd rather die,
To those I love this is my last goodbye.