Without Her

by YellowEyedDemon4699

A poem based off of the suicide of the main character Zia, from the movie "Wristcutters: A Love Story". Rated M for self violence with serious consequences.

The room looks clean.

I like the way the carpet is vacuumed.

I like the way the bed is made.

I like the way the tile in the bathroom is scrubbed to perfection.

Because every day I look at these walls.

Every day they have never seemed emptier.

Without her.

The blade feels sweet.

I like the way the blood slowly deludes in the water filling the sparkling sink.

I like the way it's starting to overflow onto the floor.

I like the way the pain in my chest is beginning to die with the rest of me.

Because every day I look at these floors.

Every day they have never seemed barer.

Without her.

The floor feels cold.

I like the way I fell down quickly.

I like the way I can't keep my eyes open.

I like the way everything is just going numb.

Because every day I look at my life.

Every day it has never seemed lonelier.

Without her.