Messed Up Poem by Kelly Chapman

Things are spinning fast,
I can hardly breathe,
I look in the mirror,
This can't possbile be me.
I'm too damn high,
I'm so damn drunk,
You're yelling and screaming,
I can't take this anymore!
I grab my razor
and slide to the floor.

I cry as I cut,
But not from the pain.
I just realized that this time,
I really DID slice my vein.
I don't wanna die, this has always been
My messed up way to stay sane!

Talk about a buzz kill,
I see myself lying really still,
How can this be?
Nothing feels real.

There is so much blood,
Its everywhere.
Now I'm dead.
Do you even care?