Unconscious and Not Breathing

Red, the colour covers my arms Deep within are glass shards Show me no mercy and send no regards Don't stitch me up and cover my scars Cut my lips, tell them I'm smiling Every day, I keep on lying Dishonesty quickly gets very tiring I'm slowly rotting, slowly expiring If anybody actually cared Would I really be pulling my hair? Would I really be cutting my skin? Pulling my tendons like puppet strings? Would my heart really miss him? As I try to pour out all my sins If sins were black, all would be darkness An evil void, lonely and heartless Choking on sadness and blinded by madness Isolated vastness, I am feeling anxious Razors are paintbrushes, skin is my canvas If it's not depression, then it is malice Before I lay in my coffin You see my blood glossing My eyes water as I see you panic And my existence slowly vanish I observe my bleeding wrists Moving towards the sleeping mist On bloody notes, I weakly reminisce Wondering of my needing to exist My skin is burning but it is not incinerated My vision is blurry, my mind is intoxicated My body is hollow, neatly eviscerated I choke on rose petals, I am suffocating