Unwanted Suicide

I lay on my bed,
Reflecting upon life,
Blood dripping from my wrist,
Staining the carpet red.
A droplet of tear,
Mingles with the blood,
Wish I was dead,
But instead I feel woozy,
And spinning begins in my head.
I begin to dread,
Death in itself.
I've ruined my life,
And my talents are unused,
I lay here just feeling completely abused.
I could have fixed my life,
But this I can not,
And regret is all I feel,
As I slip into the silent night,
With a gentle breeze upon my limbs,
As it drifts in through a window,
My bedroom door opens,
And alas my saviour Has arrived a moment to late,
As I pass away,
Tears stained upon my face.