You stumble in the bathroom still loopy on the meds,
Your emotions confusing you like a bunch of webs,
You say to yourself that this is the end,
You grab ahold of your only friend,
With every cut you make you feel weaker,
The cuts are getting deeper and deeper,
The blood gushes out,
Like it just wants to roam about,
It's journey takes it across the floor,
It makes it's way under the door,
You family sees the blood flow out,
But they just keep moping about,
Finally one of them opens the door,
And sees you body sprawled on the floor,
