crying blood

the PAIN carries me to death slowly,
the trip is long and full of missory.

the PAIN is just to much,
when i cry, it turns into blood.

the blood falls down like rain,
draining my body every second.

when i hold the knife,
it makes me stop crying, until i bleed.

any second could be my last,
but yet i hope that second comes quick.

i hold my pain inside me, and dont show it,
and i need to cut it out.

though the blood makes the pain worse,
i can find a way to stop.