Shards of glass
Decorate the floor
Kissing my feet
In their lethal embrace
I watch
With blinded eyes
I hear with deafened ears
As my crimson blood winds
In perfect
Streams down my wrists
Staining the glass
Glass
Crystal
Like my tears
I cannot read
I cannot write
With pens
I made my
Mark
I put my thoughts
With those pens
Those that have blades
And that’s why your name
Is written
Scrawled in red
On my stomach
I walk alone
You’re the only one who can save me
Now
Right NOW
Like life
Life that isn’t worth living
Life that will end in
5
4
3
2
1
………………..

~LiviKinderman