At my weakest

I cry tears of blood slowly dripping down my arm, the cuts deeper with each tear that cry. All the pain, All the hate inside me is now just a memory. my cuts so deep, my vision gets blurry! But my pain is to deep, i keep thinking "i cant give into my weakness. i cant let my self do this. im not yet ready to leave the world"
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so i try to replace my tears with the tears of blood dripping down my arm.
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I keep cutting deeper, the pain is getting stronger, i think to myself just one more cut and that will be all. i feel myself accidently hit a weak spot in my arm, slowly i feel myself dying all is collapsing around me. As my life starts to end and i relize what ive done
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i pray to god my parents dont find me, and as one final good bye i write i love you beside me in blood.

***OK i cant think of a title for this..well i did but it was a little Corney it was cuts till the end i would really appreciate it if you would let me know if you have an idea or any suggestions on how to fix the poem and the title..comments are greatly appreciated and if you'd like ill comment back thanks