The blood

As the blood drips down my hand from my wrists,
i wonder if what you said was real,
you showed me a world i did not know, i forgot how it feel because of you,
all i know now is dark and pain, you took my heart and everything with it,
the blood keep flowing down my hand from my wrists,
do you care what you did do you care how i feel,
from what i see and hear you do not care,
you left my in the cold and rain where nobody could find me,
the sky went from blue to black the flower went from colored to black and white,

my heart went from loved to broken,
all i could do was bleed,
Sometimes i wonder it i will cut to deep maybe i did,
i blood wont stop,
the red blood drips on the cold wet floor,
the house it quiet as nobody is ever home,
i wonder if anyone cares about my life,
and that if i die in this second that you read this that you would stop and wonder if i was a great person and that you cared about me,
and that if you still loved me the way i still love you and that you wished to tell me but it was to late,