She Made Her Hand Red

My blood everywhere
Me just lying there, waiting
My hand is red
The wound is too large
What they have said, is that i did this
What may i be?
Just a tree? Waiting for an invite?
No.
I did this
i made my hand red
What may i be?
My blond hair, almost all stained with red
what did i do?
to myself?
i feel sick
in my mind
i feel like i am behind everyone, noone cares
what have i done?
i made my hand red
what am i?
i lie on the ground
a knife near me
what did i do?
what am i?
still sick in my mind
still behind
my head, poundig like thunder
my body, so cold
clothes half off, pretty much stained red
could this be all blood?
what did i do?
the word's "CUT, CUT"
raiced threw my head
what did i do?
who am i