do 你 see me?

do 你 see me all alone?
do 你 call the hospital on your phone?
do 你 see the pain inside?
did 你 see me try to hide
the redness on the floor
as 你 came through the door?
i wonder if you'd just walk past?
each breath could be my last.
maybe im not there to you
could 你 just get a clue?
i suffer and i cry and cry
im attempting to die
but i cant so heres my life
reflecting off a bloodied knife.
can 你 see the tears?
the sadness of all my years?
i guess 你 never looked
on pain i am hooked.
maybe if i make 你 see . . .
all the pain inside of me.
my blood is running down my arms
can i give into deaths charms?

nother poem :3

i wrote 你 a poem
i wrote it on my wrist
i wrote it with a razor blade
it ended with a twist
the blade is sharp and narrow
i do it to kill the pain . . .
but as i finished my first sentance
the blade ht a vein
i watched my poem run down my arm
i watched it drip to the floor
i saw a puddle of blood
and then i saw no more.