Canada trudged over to his sink. He leaned on it for support. This blood loss was making him dizzy. The thought that maybe a nice hot shower might soothe these new cuts and heal the old ones passed his mind. He stumbled over to the tile box and turned the handle, warm water instantly began to pour from the head. He shrugged out of his hoodie and tee shirt before tripping out of his jeans and boxers. He sighed. He hated being invisible. He stepped into the warm rainstorm inside his house and began to repeat the poem he knew by heart.
Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they have endured
His back pressed against the wall as salty tears mixed with water and flowed down his face.
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.
He slid down until he was sitting on the tile floor
The moonlight shining off your tears
As you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry
Whisper the cutters lullaby:
Pink water swirled from his arms as he sung the last half of his favorite poem.
Hushabye baby, you're almost dead
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you
Your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause it's all that you need.
He brought his knees up to his chest and tucked his head firmly in-between like you would do for nausea. He'd found long ago that this was the most comforting position you could be in on a cold shower floor with the life bleeding out of you.
Rockabye baby, Broken and scarred,
You didn't know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain you hid so well
And down you'll come baby,
Straight back to hell!
He sobbed and let the water beat on his body until it ran cold and he had to get up and wrap himself in a towel until he cried himself out and went to bed.
I'm so sorry Matthew T-T But this just fit so well… Next up? You guessed it the AWSOME Prussia =D