A cutters tragic death

I cut my wrists just to watch them bleed
To watch the blood
Soak my arm
Watch it stain my floor
I take my tourniquet and watch
Watch my blood drench it
As my emotional pain is drained
Along with my blood
As the physical pain is canceled out
From every other emotion and feeling
Just for an instant
I'm rid of all this pain
Then reality sets in
My wound aches
But the emotional pain is washed away
So in my mind I am all right again
As I press my back to the cold bathroom wall
I look up and close my eyes
Blood still running down my arm
I fall asleep on the bathroom floor
Day by day I repeat the process
I feel myself grow week
Too much blood has escaped me
I collapse on the floor
I won't wake up again