I against the world

Sitting alone,
I against word.
never knowing how to solve the problems,
that have been thrown your way.
bleeding on the inside,
and now outside as well.
razors cut deep,
as your skin swells.
unable to stand,
unable to scream,
unable to look at your self,
filled with unfofilled dreams.
mirrors line the walls,
forcing you to look.
all you see is red.
deep wounds cover your legs,
arms as well.
left to right, hospital,
up and down, morgue.
let the razor slide,
all over you.
watch the blood bubble,
from the now open wounds.
shut your eyes,
let the dizzy ness take over.
let the warter turn red.
let your self walk,
right into the light.
dont stop now,
its all over.
to late.
because its i against the world,
no one to help me fight.