Not sure of the title

[*GoThIc_FairY*]

what do you guys think of this poem that i wrote?

Tears stream down my face
irrendescenct drops of tainted water
mix with the crimson falling from my wrist
I take the knife in the air
ready for another slash
pondering what would happen
if i really had the courage to press down hard
would i just keep bleeding crimson
or would the blood turn black as coal?
Or would i end up dying?
I take that risk as i take the shiny piece of metal
and touch my scarred skin
I start to cut in nice patterns
to release the hurt i feel within....