Back Stabbers

I have problems.

Blood stains on the floor,
hearing the laughter of my so called friends,
realization struck me,
I have been stabbed in the back,
maybe once, maybe three times,
they're walking away, leaving me to bleed to death,
my vision blurs, my heart beat is slowly disappearing,
the blood dispersing fluently from my body
is this my end?
Will no one save me from this?
my heart stops, my body goes cold, 
My body lays there lifelessly,
there is no one that can save me now,
I am gone forever.

Author's Note

Sorry, it's my first poem, I thought I would publish it, tell me what you think?

Reviews

[Rebecca Dias]

I actually liked that a lot. I enjoyed the darkness of the words and the violence you used. I guess it's supposed to sound terrifying so nice work!

[RedTrainer]

Thanks!