A sad cutters death

Today is the day I thought
The day I was to die
I picked this day because this was the
11 month anniversary of when we first met
For many weeks I have been thinking about suicide
And how no one would care, because it is just me
As soon as I got home I checked the house and locked the doors
Before I did this I remember I called him and saying
“I am sorry, I love you and I will forever but I fear this is my last goodbye”
Before I could explain I quickly hung up, and he called and called
But I did not answer for the fear he might talk me out of it
Grabbed a razor from my secret stash hidden beneath my mattresses
I held it between my fingers tips, my lips quivered from the pain
For what I did was set it against my wrist, and pushed as hard as I could
And then I slid it, all the way across my wrist, I sliced my vein right open
I saw all the blood pour out of my arm, it seemed unreal like one of my best dreams
When I thought I go I will wake up and this will be a lie
For I could not even cry, I loved the feeling, I loved the pain
After that I sat on my floor and cut until there was no tomorrow
I did not have long because I quickly passed out
But I still cut my wrist 6 times, as deep as I could
I was certain I would die because of the amount of blood I had lost
All I did was scream but no one heard me
I quickly passed out, and everything went black
The next thing I remember was waking up sitting in a field
I was staring at a funeral service, and I saw a coffin and people
Quickly I jumped to my feet and slowly walked over to look inside
No one seemed to notice me and I found that the slightest bit odd
My whole body trembled as I saw who was in the coffin
The eyes were staring back into mine
I could believe what I saw and I coulcouldelp but cry
For the person in the coffin was someone I knew very well
It was Me