My suicide

I run up the stairs and grab the knife because I have decided to take my life!
It starts as a scratch then gets deeper, I keep an emotionless face because I'm not a weeper.
Everything starts spinning and for one moment I can't think,
Suddenly my blood pours into the sink.
What is happening, what have i done?
Suddenly this isn't any fun.
But i keep cutting and I can't quit,
my arms are full now I sit.
I'm tired of this cutting game once you find out you wont think of me the same.
What is there worth living for?
I don't have an answer so I shove that knife in my heart and hit the floor.
I lay with pools of blood around me, please don't cry once you see.
It's too late now, because I ran up the stairs and grabbed the knife because i have decided to take my life!