The end

I open my eyes and feel the blood,
Running past my earring stud.
my hand resting atop my head,
oh how i wish i were dead.

I fall to the floor, exhaustion does win,
My blood, so crimson, it flows from within.
The ceiling before me, the blood on my lips,
i feel it all dripping, from my finger tips.

it takes me but moments, ti start wanting out,
i cannot do this, cannot live without-
The people i love, the person i need.
i realise that suicide doth fill me with greed.

so i say this, at my end.
i do not want to leave you, my friend.
my mistake comes running clear.
i leave this world, but want to stay here.

So, goodbye, I'm on my way,
i just wrote this poem, so i can say,
You all mean so much to me,
I apologise, I don't want to be free.