When I'm Gone

The stirings inside so hard to control, I feel so  disjointed my mind, body, my soul.
Need some release from this mental load, a need to release it before I explode. 
My mind is uneasy, my head throbs and aches, I need to step up, need to change the stakes.
The touch of the steel so cold on my skin, this need is so strong to ease what's within. 
A sharp sudden pain as it cuts deep and quick, though it feels so good, I'm still nauseous and sick.
The warmth of the blood as it runs over my skin, the feeling so different from the coldness within.
As my lifes essence flows, as it spills from my veins, from a cut so deep yet there is no pain. 
It continues to flow, the pressure seems to lift, my head starts to spin, my mind starts to drift. 
My vision starts to blur, the room it turns black, I'm drifting away there's no turning back. 
I start feel faint as the blood it still flows, not long till it all ends, till it all just... goes. 
Will anyone notice when I'm dead and gone, will life just continue, will they all just move on. 
Would anyone miss me, would anybody care, what would anyone say if I was no longer there.