Sitting upon the tile floor
My soul only a little sore
I drag the blade across my wrist
Closing my eyes,
making a fist.
I breath in a sigh as the blade pulls away
Stealing my innocence I recover each passing day
That was it
My crimson tears start
As my sanity begins to part
Glaring into unknown eyes
The mirror reflects the girl I hide
Puffy cheeks
Swollen eyes
The presence of her sorrow dies
Shaking inside
I can no longer hide
These tears I can no longer subside
I\'ve broken down
The realizations kicking in
And the real tears begin.
