Water
A trickle of blood,
none too familiar.
The pain is like a thousand stabbing knives,
this somehow seems to calm me.
I crave for this feeling,
trying to fill in the gaps of my life.
Life...ha,
I don't deserve life.
I sit here in the bathtub,
my blood staining the water.
I try to lift my arm,
try to strike my body again,
but I cannot move it.
I have no more energy,
not even to inflect pain upon myself.
That was the only energy I had,
I have nothing now.
The water slowly drains,
my life flowing down the pipe.
I start to feel more faint,
my mind is drifting away.
The last bit of water drips out,
and my eyes close.