Comments on my poem I wrote, and some ideas?

[r.i.p jordan]

My fingers dance the piano keys,
as one by one, they sing a lullaby.
Tear by tear, they slip off my cheek
until they splash onto the white keys,
and become a part of a painful memory.
They sting the open cuts on my writs and
burn the memory deep in my raw flesh.
My blood as dark as ash, my heart
as cold as ice.
My purple lips shiver, my body blue.
Part by part I die like a red rose
dropping its pedals until the stem
folds into itself and the pedals
lose their fresh candy apple color.
The clock ticks slower and slower,
until it doesn’t tick no more.
My time is up.
My scars reveal stories, stories
of pain. My wounds scream
for someone to listen.
Like a thunderstorm, I cry and
rumble in anger. I scare the newly
born leaves until the trees are naked.
The piano strikes its notes at the beat
of my heart.