Last Moments

On the floor surrounded by a pool of blood
one cut for every reason i should die
one cut for every person i hurt
deeper and deeper one after another
til i have to cut over the others
their throbbing, stinging, burning
the blood is flowing like a river
flowing over the ridges of the cuts as if their rocks
slowly i feel the cold go down my spine an down my arms
my body is going numb tingling going through my fingers up my arms
then everything goes black.....im dead