The blood is free

There's a kinfe in my hand, and on my wrist.
I want to press down.
But my right hand won't let me.
As my head is sreaming, "Do it, all this pain will be gone, just do it!"
But I wait for a friend to e-mail me back.
She is telling me not to,
She loves me too much to see me go.
But I can't take this.
I press down,
The skin doesn't breack.
I tell her I am doing it,
I tell her I am done.
She is yelling,
The skin isn't ripping,
So I am slising back and forth.
Finally,
I can feel the blade rip the skin.
Yes!
Now the blood is free.
Oh, this feels so good.
I might see her again, this pain is will be gone.
But wait it wasn't deep euogh.
Only a little line of blood is let out.
But I feel better,
So I go to sleep only wishing it cut deeper.