Bleeding

a short poem of what i do and how i feel :/

I'll slit my wrists,
as I cry my bloody tears,
I bleed for me,
don't you see?

Now my blood is staining,
it stains the walls of my life,
stains the walls of your hatred.
I'm losing all hope,
let me go,
and don't look back.
Let me die,
alone,
as I always have been,
even in life.