I Loved Him

Limp and frail shes standing there
drenched in her own red liquid
crying with every breath
looking to the crimson sky
the knife is her own demise

Falling to the ground
everything whining with a dreadful sound
she grips the knife still covered in her living essence

Her body turning deadly blue
all you can see is her red and white paleness
as she grasps for her last breath
the blade enters her chest

Eyes now black
puddle of blood surrounds her
as her last breath escapes
she whispers, "I Loved Him"

I need help with the title...Please Comment..
some ppl have been sayin that this poem reminds them of the movie "Carrie" what do you think???Thanks..Joc