Dead

Why don't people seem to care?
Why is no one ever there?
How can I live like this?
Is there something that I miss?
As I think this through
Inside me terrible feelings brew,
I'm going to do it again
My feelings amplify by ten,
The knife I see so near
In my mind I know it's clear,
As I'm cutting down and deep
Through my clothes the blood will seep,
The blood will leave a stain
My heart is ripping from the pain,
Blood comes out my legs and arms
Only physically it harms,
My tears aren't tears at all
Blood pours out and now it'll fall,
It makes a big puddle on the floor
It gushes out more and more,
Now I fall and faint
Nothing could save me not even a saint,
The blood flows deep and red
Not one would care if I was dead,
Now that I'm awake
I realize my mistake,
But my life still flows
I clean the mess before it grows,
Steps I hear on the stairs
I slow for not one cares,
The carpet is stained and dark
Like blood when it flows from a shark,
Above my masterpiece I hover
With a carpet I will cover,
Yet i know I'll end up like this
An event everyone will miss.