Sharp objects scattered across the room,
Daggers, razorblades and broken glass.
The sharp objects stained with the blood from his wounds,
He just wanted a moment to forget the past.
So he cut his self with the broken glass,
focused on the pain,
the only feeling he has.
There was that moment of forgetting this mornings tragedy,
For that moment his mysterious smile appeared.
It was another moment of forgetting reality,
When all his problems disappeared.
