stains my face like ink

The salt water tears merge with my mascara,
which stains my face like ink.
Crimson blood streams down my arm like,
a silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a rusty platinum razor, cuts all over my wrist
i sit it the darkest corrnor of the room
surrounded by blood
i look around, the room is spinning
i struggle to keep my eyes open
i manage to write a quick note
the note says " this was all your
fault you did this to me, three years ago,
i trusted you, but i can no longer hold it in
this is my time to say goodbye so i no longer have
to suffer the pain you caused me".
Then my eyes go blurry and my eyelids slowly close
and im gone......