gun in her hand

im spending a lifetime trying to figure out who iam ,where i belong as i look into the mirror i see a girl with a bloody wrist and a gun in her hand ,alone she crys and trembles bannging her head against the wall trying to understand what she did wrong she wants to pull the trigger she wants someone to wake her up from this nightmare,this living hell she screams and crys but know on hears her desprate cries for help ... shes had enough she cant take it anymore the pressure,the pain and the hurt shes giving shes lost in her own mind shes threated by her own thoughts shes done she puts the gun up to her head and pulls the trigger and as her body drops to the floor the pattern of the razor says 'save me from losing myself'