Watching

I just sit there
Looking at the blood
On my sheets

My anger is gone
The pain is here
I stare at my bloody wrist
Thinking, what have I done

The crimson tack lay beside me
The blade clutched in my hand
I couldn't stop myself
I needed a way
To get my anger out

And this was the way I
Saw fit right
My wrist throbs with pain
As I sit watching the blood
Seep away.

This is true so you all know but I added more detail to what actually happened. and Yolande, I need to talk to you about this