do 당신 see me?

do 당신 see me all alone?
do 당신 call the hospital on your phone?
do 당신 see the pain inside?
did 당신 see me try to hide
the redness on the floor
as 당신 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 당신 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 당신 see the tears?
the sadness of all my years?
i guess 당신 never looked
on pain i am hooked.
maybe if i make 당신 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 당신 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.