Carving Your Name

I'm lying in bed
Thinking about knives
Thinking about you

I get out of bed
Grab a knife
I lift up my sleeve

I start to carve your name on my arm
Afraid of going too deep
Blood is dripping down my arm
I drop the knife
I clench my fists
I cut it too deep

That was my risk
Now blood is spilling from my arm onto the floor

I grab a cloth and put it on my arm
I close my eyes and take deep breaths
The cloth is completely soaked with blood
It won't stop bleeding

I hit a vein
I see black and white

Soon enough I find myself sprawled on the floor in my own blood

I'm starting to drift away
Not knowing whats happening

I love you that much...
Am I dead?