Broken Hearted

He cried in the corner, of his little dark room
He began falling into the blackness of his doom
He held the broken glass to his arm
just because he felt he had to self-harm

the blood dripped down on to his floor
because he didn't want to be alive anymore
he threw the glass away, and fell into black
as he awoke, it all came rushing back

he bled, and felt so lost once more
and knew there was only one door
he had to die, for other people to live
And he never wanted to revive

his death would bring a better life
so he pulled out a small knife
made his fingers bleed
then he wrote in his blood "I want to be freed!

he sat in the dark, reeling in pain
and he knew this was the wrong lane
she had broke his heart and battered his soul
the evil b***h had completed her goal

he was dying inside and out
and all he felt was doubt
he was falling apart
with his broken and shattered heart