Sitting here in an empty room alone with my thoughts,
Wat a scary place to be.
I've fallin so low n I don't know how.
Could it be, all the things u said to me were really true?
I truely thought I had it all figured out
but now I'm standing here without a clue.
Feeling so ugly inside n out. This is as low as I've ever sank without a doubt. looking in the mirror n hating every inch of wats looking back at me.
I realize I don't wanna be this person anymore, as the tears n blood hit the floor.
Didn't anyone ever tell u old habits die hard?
Not even sure where the razor came from, I suppose its from my stash
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem