Alone In This Room

I sit here in this room alone
No way to communicate no even a phone
All there is is me and a bed
And a pillow where I may rest my head
There is no sound or no light
If I was a little child I would be full of fright
The air is oh so cold
And the smell is musty, musty and old
The one door in this room is locked
The curtains closed, the sunlight blocked
I have one other item I wish to use
Where shall I cut it’s so hard to choose
But will my brain let me end this life
This life that is full of pain and strife
What will it be like when the time comes?
Will I be hot or cold as the blood runs?
Will it feel quick or will it feel slow?
Will my eyes look sad or will they glow?
Glow as the life is sucked out of me
Releasing my soul, it will be free
The knife goes in nice and deep
Down my arm the blood starts to creep
I feel breathless and start to smile
Smile as I fall into a hopeless pile
My life was fool of darkness and gloom
So I ended it here, alone in this room