I cut

The rain was falling
I couldn't control the pain
so I picked up the blade
and made a slice it felt so
good I did two more but the
last one I made was so deep
I still bleed as I write this
letting it bleed,
bleed out the pain.
I don't know what to do
I'm feeling so weak my
worthless body begins to feel
the pain I inflicted on myself
I'm running out of time
its getting hard to breath
but I cant go because
I love him
The pen falls from my hand
and I fall on my bed
I lay here almost dead.