Rain washes away the hope of the sunny morning,
As you try too hard not to try,
Ruby red blood drips down your arm,
And the clear blade reflects your messy mascara eyes.
You ask yourself why you are doing this to yourself,
Maybe it’s the memories that you have lost,
Maybe it’s something your own sister said,
Maybe it’s just an outlet for your fear of the girl you see in the mirror.
Whatever it is, you sob and drop the shard of glass,
It shatters on the tiles of the bathroom floor,
You sink to your knees and remember everyone who cares,
And you promise yourself that you will never do it again…
…Until the next time.