It Isn't Working

I don’t know what to type, not another rhyme or meter
I’ve said all I could say
Thought of every ending, wished for that love of yours again
I’ve tried every kind of way to move on
I’m coming up short
I feel consumed with this feeling, but I’ve gotten better at hiding at it
But I’ve tried venting it, but now I’m blank
I don’t feel sad, just done
What I do hasn’t worked
Should these wrists become my escape?
Will this feeling wash away as the blood slips into the sink?
Or go even further?