Why Me

The blood surrounds
With dripping sounds
Encasing me in danger

The pools they form
And lap my arm
And fill your soul with anger

Coming around
That fearful sound
The drip drip drip of death

Turning right
The fearful sight
Of the exhaled final breath

The tears you moan
Your wailing tone
Shall do you little good

For time has passed
I breathed my last
My blood still stains the wood

About what could
Or did or should
Please don't ask yourself

You were not there
I did not care
That's why I killed myself