The Glam Life Behind The Locked Door

I sit in my room all night
listening to my parents bicker and fight
i wish that i was never born
i think its my fault my family is torn

In my hand is the key to end my life
a six and a half inch serated knife
i no longer hear the shouts beyond the locked door
its just people that to me matter no more

I slice so deep, the blood starts to seep
I feel so alive, but then the pain starts to die
i pick up the knife this time ending my life
now i feel nothing , there is no pain or suffering
i no longer hear the useless shouting