Death by knife

There comes her all streaked with death and black she thinks shes depressed she think shes the worst but i know im much worst i make my wounds i stab my wounds again and again blood dripping on the floor its like a daily chore and every day i just want more and more i love the gore it happened today i saw death looked him in the eye and then he was gone i sreamed and cryed for him to come back so i got the knife and cut again until i saw my bone and it made me moan and i fell and she came in and saw me on the floor and she tore the knife from me and there we both lay dead.