Commiting suicide

Dragging a knife through my flesh,
Wondering why cant happiness come,
Watching the blood slid down my neck,
Wondering how long will be my death,
To happy for words that my life is near it's end,
Feeling the tears roll down my check,
Thinking what it would be like,
To know what true love is,
And to be accepted,
Pushing the thoughts aside out of pain,
Watching the blood spread across the kitchen's floor,
Dropping my knife and watching it make a small splash,
loving this feeling,
With darkness sucking me in,
Guess now only one question remaining,
What would it be like to get accepted?