I'll write till i die

*This poem was orginally written on paper*

I cry as i write this
because i've had enough
I cry as i lay here
letting out every tear

I cry as letters turn into words
because this isn't just ink
its my own blood...u see?
so think how difficult this may be

I cry and let my tears stain this page
because i feel so unwanted and forgotten
there just worse things in life than death
so i'll just sit and write till i'm outt of breath

I cry as every stanza is written
because that means another cut on my body
the words bearly readable on this page
mostly cause i'm shakin with rage

I'm on my my fith cut now
actually sixth...i didn't cut deep enough on that last one...
I'm starting to feel dizzy and tired
I guess any moment i'll stop writting

I feel like i can't breathe
most of my wrist is covered in scars now
I love the pattern i have made
good thing they won't be able to fade

I can feel the blood running down my arms
then soaking into my skin
I wonder how much longer i can take
Mabe writting this was a mistake

I'm getting mad tnow
i'm smothered in blood
yet, i'm still here
i hope nobody is near

I'm going to run out of space soon
i wonder wht i'll do then
prolly just lay here
...alone..

Only a few more lines left
this sucks...
what should i write?
I guess thankyou all and good night

* I was found only moments after i had finished writting this. My plan was to have my friends and family read this after i had died.*