Cuts and Tears(as in crying)

Eyes stained red,
From tears that won't stop,
Flowing,
Streaming down my cheeks.
Knife still in my hand,
Wrists flowing with blood,
From cuts,
Not deep enough to matter.
Like me,
Not big enough to matter.
I have no one to care.
No one to be there,
To catch me when I fall,
To wipe away my tears.