A lonely boy..

I am a lonely boy
I am sitting on my bed
A random razor next to me
It is my only friend
An itching across my wrists
As I slide it across
It starts to flow
A lovely red and thick
But it is too slow
So, I grab a knife
And start to slash
Blood splattering everywhere
I fall to the floor with a crash
I promise that I am ok...
It feels so good
The room starts spinning
The way it should
I see little spots in front of me
Demons dancing in moonlight
They offer their hand to me
I am starting to lose my sight
They tear at my skin
Tearing it off in strips
I really went too far
I am having one bad trip
They want my heart
They want my soul
Too late I am dying
Anyways it was a black hole