Blood drops-a (true) death story

I watch as the blood goes, it drops from my wrists. drip, drip I see it fall i know it won’t come back, but for some reson that seems ok. I feel better knowing, feeling that i’m still alive. I’m not dead yet but I want to be. Knowing this makes it more timpting. Move the knife from my wrists to my neck just to die. Yet I don’t want to die for one person, I don’t want them to feel as it is there falt. No it would not be his falt, it’s every one else’s. They don’t know what they have drove me to, they won’t know untill I try to kill one of them. I need the perfict plane first or to get some sanity back. I’m ready to die at a young age and I feel like killing someone as well. Any help will be taken email me.