Ripped jeans,
i sit on the floor.
tears of shame roll down my soft pale cheeks.
knees exposed i feel exhausted.
the taste of tears,
it fills my mouth.
the salty grief is overwhelming.
stomach pains,
i feel so drained.
no more energy,
my knees feel weak.
blood stained shirt,
I'm still on the floor.
red agony drips down my arm to my tightly clinched fist.
a split lip, open wounds.
i got in a fight,
a fight with who i hate, myself.
I'm losing circulation.
I'm clinching too tight.
but I'm afraid to let it go.
losing strength,
my eyes feel heavy.
I'm passing out,
I'm dead on the bathroom floor.
