Blood spattered on the floor,
Dripping ever so slowly,
Coating the floor in a crimson river.
Muffled cries of pain,
Infused with self hatred,
And a hint of desperation.
Room pitch black,
Revealing tear filled eyes,
With soft sniffles.
More blood.
More cries.
More pain.
Blood stained knife,
Creating crooked cuts,
Next to concealed scars.
Silent room,
Behind locked doors,
With curtains closed.
Shaky hands,
With pulsating wrists,
Followed by a pounding head.
Loss of hope.
Loss of blood.
Loss of life.