Kissed by Broken Glass

She sits there in the washroom

Blood on the floor

She was an artist,

Her paintbrush was broken glass

Her wrists were her canvas

Deep deep red began to rush as,

The brush pushed down deeper and deeper

This girl, she fell into interminable sleep

Sleep…

Awoken by the screaming of the teacher in the room

Rushing us outside looking like fools

We tried to erase the image from our heads,

But in her pockets there lay the secrets that we bred

I stood frozen like a block of ice

Seconds turned to minutes then hours into days,

Somehow i couldn’t get you out of my brain

Flooded with regret and all the “what ifs”

I wondered what you felt when you were kissed, kissed by broken glass

The wondering is growing and now I can’t resist

Soon I sit there on the cold hard floor

Thinking…

When the banging on the door became a rhythm,

And the smashed mirror screamed my true colours

Together they made a song that played in my head,

Over and

Over and

Over again.

The pain decreased as everything around me started to fade,

Black...

Black like the inside of my soul

Black like the feeling never told

Black like when you close your eyes at night

Black, it’s killing all the light

Take your time and admit it,

That you’ve laughed,

Called them names,

Locked them up with their labels

But i’ll give you some advice,

Suicide is a virus, that everyone wants to catch