Thoughts of a friend

As the blood drips from your wrist
i look at your life,
and ask Why?
You seem like a butterfly,
but just stung me like a bee.
I wana crawl into a hole,
and die in my sleep.
I don't want to see tomorrow
or the rest of today
just let me die
i'll be happy that way.

Hey, this is my first poem.. could you please vote. Thanx.