I Wrote You A Poem

I wrote you a poem
I wrote it on my wrists
I wrote it with a razor-blade it ended with a twist
The blade is sharp and narrow
I do it to kill the pain
As I finished my first sentence....
The blade hit a vein
I watched my poem run down my arm
I watched it drip to the floor
I saw a puddle of blood and then....
I saw no more!