Cuts,blead,end, dead

Wrists sticky
ankles bloody
razer in hand
cutting deeper
I'm not a keeper
I should die
and be put to rest
sense I'm just a nuisance and a pest
no more lies
no more cries
only good byes
from me
for I am dieing
in this very spot
I wouldn't have fought
to live another day
for I am not okay
and I'd never would be
there will be no tears
for no one shall miss me
as I scream in the quietness of
my head
I have bleed
till my very end