My poems/songs

Death

drip, drip,drip

is all i hear as my blood drips off my arm n on to the floor. 

i cry harder n harder 

there's no hope for me

there's no reason for me to even be here

i think as i pick up my blade n start cutting again. 

i cut n cut not stopping. 

my vision blurs as my tears flow down my cheeks. 

i stop for a second n turn on my music so no one hears my sobs. 

i pick my blade back up n start cutting again. 

why do people hate me so much? 

what did i do to deserve this?

does anyone even care? 

will any one save me from myself?

will i end up murdering myself?