Bleeding to Death

I sit in my own puddle of blood just about to die.

no one even knowing no one was even in sight.

i cryed and cryed as i sat there just ready to die.

because if the world really loved me i wouldent have commeted

suicide. as i sit in my blood bleeding to death i feel the pain and

drips in my left leg. i look at my note that i left on the table and

all that i wrote was why dont the world love me what did i ever do?

I sit there in my puddle of blood bleeding to death. asking myself is this the end or where is the rest.