One cut, Two cuts, Three cuts

I watch blood run,
Crimson red,
The cut is open letting air enter my body,
Clean me out of all sin,
Clean me out of all negative emotions.
I can’t help it any more,
Looking at these scars criss-crossing,
I’ve tried to stop,
But the addiction is killer,
That feeling of pain becoming real,
That feeling of the pain you feel inside your heart coming out for the world to see,
One cut is enough isn't it?
Two should help me get though the day,
Three shouldn't hurt,
One more but let me make it deeper,
Two more but let me move up to my wrist,
Lets make this third one the last one,
I cut my wrist,
Make my veins gush blood,
Swallowed by black i finally get to met my maker,
But i'm met by a sea of white,
i open my eyes,
On a bed,
Thinking was this not enough to end it?
I thought,
One cut,
Two cuts,
Three cuts,
Should of done it shouldn't it?