Fantizing??

Sitting here with tears rolling down my cheek.
thinking about everything.
trying to figure out why do i do this?
i begin to think it over and over.
i look at my arms there cut.
cut of your pain to mine.
why would i wanna?
what happened to me?
did i change?
where are my answers.
to the questions i have asked.
why did i begin to cut?
there bleed so hard of dark blood.
crying away from here.
maybe it's a dream?
maybe I'm really in hell?
not a fantasy but a nightmare.
i shed a tear for the last time.
and i look at my arms again.
everything stopped.
the blood of drop.
and bleed of wrists.
nothing wants me to die.
or does it?
maybe i need to wake up.
maybe i should stop thinking this.
what's going on?
my lips and hands a shriving with fear.
of what could happing next.