Will they find me in the morning?

I am hear talking to no-one,
I am all alone,
With a knife in my hand,
I start to slit my wrist,
Seeing the crimson red blood,
Going down my wrist,
And going on my clothes,
There was already a pool of blood on my arms,
No-one knew what I was doing,
Because they wasn’t there,
I am already feeling weak,
Will I last the night?
They will find me in the morning,
So think I will sleep.