My last moments!!

My wrists are pouring out blood
my knife has fallen to the ground with a loud thud!
my door is slammed open
and i am found on the floor with my skin broken

my blood covered knife in on the ground
i try to hide it, too late it's already been found
mum yells at me once more
then slams my bedroom door

she wont help me
she refuses to see
how f u c k e d up can one person be?
just take one look at me and you'll soon see...

as the silver blade runs through my skin
i throw all the blood soaked tissues into the bin
i write my last goodbyes in a note
then i hold my blade at my throat....