Just me the blood and the floor

I need not to worry
I need not to care
cuz soon I will die
But apperently so
is not soon enough
I feel lonely
I feel Depressed
I feel the hatred
half untold
My heart is burning
and I am hating
Every breathe
Every word
Every song the spills from thy lips
Inflicting pain on oneself
Lets you punish urself?
Lets you Distract the pain in one self?
whatever it does...
It makes me feel better
It makes me feel at ease
When my troubles are rolling down in the form of a red liquid substance..
I feel sleepy..
I feel weak..
I'm forgetting everything
My troubles...
My worries...
My hatred..
My pain has gone numb
I fall to the ground
I fall very hard
The liquid red substance surounds me
While i'm in a blur
I close my eyes
If I i could never wake up....
The pain
I start inflicting myself again
again
Again and Again
The salty wet tears aren't rolling no more
I'm still there.
Lying there on the floor
My heart is not beating
nor fast
and nor slow
the Breath that I loath so much is not coming in or out
The songs I won't sing
The words I won't say
Just me the blood and the floor