Alone

in an overcrowded room alone
i let my thoughts run free.
there's no way to escape this rage
withheld inside of me.
falling slowly faster
as i crumble down to ash.
scorned in every aspect
by my oh so hated past.
i feel it slip away from me,
this spited, shameful life,
and i realize that i'm broken.
try to fix me with a knife.
just place it in my hand.
leave the rest up to my will.
cuz blood's the only thing i have
to let me know i'm real.
i watch it twist around my wrist
before it hits the floor.
i've seen this somewhere else, oh yeah,
the razor just before...
no one thought i'd be this way.
they thought i'd be just fine.
but the day she walked away from me
i slowly lost my mind.
but of course it's all my fault again.
who else is there to blame?
only silence answers
when i call my mother's name....
and i'm alone.