Bloodied hands

I lay there on the floor,
With bloodied hands should i say more,
The blade stained with red,
I wish i was dead,
But all i feel is pain,
People think I'm insane,
Life and love doesn't matter to me,
People should just let me be,
I have problems in my head,
Thoughts of things and me being dead,
Finally I get the courage to slit my wrist,
I watch as my skin twists,
I lay there on the floor,
With bloodied hands should i say more.