The Best

The blood falls from my wrists,
and I am all alone.
I guess this is for the best,
can't let anyone else know.
My arms just one big mess,
but it isn't just for show.
Sleeves pulled down,
bandaids on,
yet no ones still around.
They've all left
and all I have is me.
That's what's meant to be.
Pierce my skin now,
looks like I'm still here.
Death is where I'm headed now,
do you care, my dear?
Your phone just rings and rings,
you're still asleep.
If you knew what I was going to do,
would you want to stop me?