Suicidal night

Night comes early for me
for i must not tell you its nothing you wish to see,
blood drips slowly from my wrist
and i must keep my hand balled in a fist,
the knife drops with a clatter to the blood stained floor
and i cant of anything but to hurt myself some more,
you can see the pain etched on my face
but i will show no fear for this is my place,
i sit on the floor waiting for the bleeding to quit
i sit there thinking this is better than throwing a fit,
the devil holds me in his palm
and i can be anything but calm,
some people think I'm crazy
but they don't understand my life's just to hazy,
i cant continue on like this
for I'm waiting for the devils deadly kiss,
i slit my wrist for the final time
for no one can blame me for this deadly crime,
if you only knew everything i went through
you would have be there for me like i was there for you,
this lose of blood makes me feel weak
and i think this is the end of the answers i will seek,
for now i say goodbye
and i only hope you don't break down and cry.