Cuting and dying

I cut once
i cut twice
i cut again
and again
till theres
no chance to
save me...
i watch the
hot water turn
to blood,
the room starts
to fade away
and i look
at the door
and see him
ther, i awake
in a bed in
the hospitol i look
to my right and i
see him, my love,
sitting next to me
his head in his hands
crying, i move my
hand onto his hand
and he looks up at
me.. he looks like a
5 yr old boy.