Mistake

My wrists are red, my stomach is quesy; taking my life was supposed to be easy. But I'm trying to stop the blood, I'm not ready to say goodbye to those I love. Tears flow down my cheeks, the loss of blood makes me feel weak. I try to escape, but I fail. I'm far too gone, my body's pale. I have my regrets, I have my sorrows; I'll never see another tomorrow.