Slit my wrists=(

Suicide is over coming me,
its eating away @ my heart.
my knife is slipping,
slicing my skin apart.

blood is dripping from my wrists,
causing a puddle on the floor.
I'm not dieing, I'm cutting again,
just to make sure.

as the blood drips @ my fingertips,
tears run down my face.
my blood stained knife,
starts to pick up the pace.

the cuts go deeper,
but i don't feel the pain.
the knife is sinking through my skin,
my arm becomes lame.

my head feels light,
as I'm about to faint.
i wake up in hospital,
my arm in a horrific state.

i look around and in the next bed i see a boy,
he stared blankly @ me, his wrists look like mine.
i asked him"what's your name?"
he replied"it was love that made me do it this time."