Already dead

I sit on the ground, 
And steady my head.
It doesn't really matter. 
I’m already dead. 

I turn my arm up, 
About to begin.
The voices are silenced
As the blade digs in.  

First there’s a pinch
Then the blood starts to explore. 
Forming little red beads,
It soon starts to pour. 

I laugh at the sight. 
My arm starts to burn. 
The monsters inside are dying, 
And they start to squirm. 

The feeling goes away. 
There’s a pounding in my head. 
There’s no hope for me. 
I’m already dead.