Drop by drop

Drop by drop i feel an awful pain,
whiled the cold ,blood runs slowly down my weak vein.
i ask my self why do i do this is it because of me or some one else,
whoever it is doesn't know how it felt...
when i feel that sharp blade go across my wrist,
i lose my world and it goes in knotts, tangles, and twists.
some one help me quick before its to late,
or death will soon become my faith.

i have never cut my self was inspired by friends