Blood

It drips down my arm,
Onto to the floor.
But you don't even notice
When you walk through the door.

Am I invisible?
No... That would be terrible...
But I just hope you know,
That the pain in unbearable...

The glass in my hand,
The look on my face.
I can hear my heart beating,
At a very fast pace.

The glass it hurts,
As it hits my skin.
And I start to wonder,
If cutting is a sin.

Am I going to hell?
Or will I go to heaven?
To see my sister,
Who died when I was seven.

I feel alone, in the world most tragic.
Please help me, I'm starting to panic.
If you can hear my heart in tears,
My life may be in peril, I fear.

The light flashed in my eyes, as I take my final breath.
I never wanted it to end like this.
But... Who will miss,
The girl who never was.
A forever lost memory.

But, I must say this.
No matter how much I scream,
No matter how much I plead,
Never stop the knife,
That makes me bleed...