Disregard My Death

What a pretty vein you are,
So beautifully long and blue,
What would they say,
If I were to cut you?
They would probably say,
Does she know what this could bring?
Does anyone know,
Why she did that awful thing?
And I’d just sit there and smile,
Hoping no one would ask if I was ok,
Praying that I can make it,
Slowly through another day,
My tears silently flow,
From my burning eyes,
They fall to my heart,
Where my soul truly lies,
This is my cry,
My silent plead for help,
I need a strong hand,
To help pull me out,
My vein is bleeding,
Dripping down my shirt,
And the thing is,
It doesn’t even hurt,
I know that I am dying,
This is my last breath,
I don’t want to inconvenience anyone,
So just disregard my death.