Regretted Regrets Poem by Tess Connor

I think back to five minutes ago as I sharpened my blade
Sitting on the bathroom floor, my mindset everywhere splayed
Reminiscing all the angry times, from past until this date
Fitting in a state of regret, already it is too late
Laying in my pooling blood, cooling on my skin
Feeling all the emotional fights releasing from within
Freeing past and present hates not long until all is forgot
Hating what I’ve done to myself, pleading my blood to clot
Too late says the razor blade as it slices in my wrist
It was too late a long time ago when I decided to cease to exist
The swirling of my throbbing head as the blood drains away
The staining of my reddish mark on the walls is here to stay
“too bloody much for me” is the last phrase for me to speak
Can’t move a muscle in my body now as I’ve grown to be too weak
The last flutter of my eye lids, the last shudder of a breath
Remains the last movement as I lay myself to rest