A goodbye (part four)

I picked up the blade and thought to myself quietly,
"how much better would this world be without me?"
so while I was sitting in the bathroom not thinking twice,
I put the razor to my wrist, and made a quick slice,

Blood slowly ran like a river down my arm,
I couldn't believe I just caused myself harm,
and I think I pushed too hard when the blade dug in,
cause blood was flowing from more than just skin,

I pushed too hard, cutting both skin and vain,
not only does my wrist hurt, but my whole bodies in pain,
I try to stop the bleeding, by squeezing that cut with my fingers,
but no matter how hard I try, the feeling of losing blood still lingers,

I started walking to my room, stumbling across the hall,
I couldn't keep my balance, every step I would fall,
and I guess my mom heard me banging up against the wall,
"Robert, are you okay?" is what I heard her call,

I said, "Yes I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy,
but I want to tell you now, is that I'm sorry,
you'll never forgive me, for what I've just done,
but the way I did it was better than using a gun,"

She said back, "Robert I don't know what you're talking about"
I said, "Don't worry, you'll eventually figure it out"
I went into my room, and closed the door,
my mom seeing me dead, I don't think she was prepared for,

I've lost so much blood, and my vision's blank in my right eye,
I'm only sixteen, I'm really not ready to die,
I felt so weak, I could no longer stand up on my own,
I had to lean against the dresser, and right now I felt so alone,
I took my final breath of air then fell to the floor,
I just wanted to die, I couldn't take the pain anymore,
and as my body was losing the feeling of being sore,
someone slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door....

I know it's long...but theres one more part...so if you think it's done...it's not