Slit Wrists

Knives and Razors
Cutting flesh
I start seeing red
Blood drips down my arm
I feel better yet worse
My death awaits
It will all come soon
It will take away mine
And the people around me's
Fears
I hope to die
I hope to love
I don't know whether to die or
Live
If I live I will be hated by the one I love
And the people around me
If I die everyone will finally care but
I won't be there to comfort them
So I just sit here
Using whatever blade I can
Find to scar my pain into my wrist
I'm basically writing a poem
About my pain,love and hate
So I'm just going to spend the rest of my life
Sitting in this dark room
Killing what I can find
And cutting at my veins
I don't need them anyway...