SilverXball

Reflection in my blood

Yesterday? A week ago?

I don't really know

I sat inside my bathtub holding a knife

Or maybe a razor? Some kind of threat to my life

I turned on the tap, and saw the filling tub as a metaphor

I saw my pent up feelings keep filling more and more

I needed color in my life so I brought it to my skin

And with every scarlet drop, I felt the pain that I was in

Again and again little droplets from my wrist

Twisting down and around to my cold tightened fist

Into the clear the drops fell, then I saw another sign

The red was there to symbolize how many times I'd said I was fine

The water was my feelings, the blood it told my lies

The knife was softly telling me to cut off all my ties

The overwhelming feelings, they got inside my head

Saying over and over all the things I left unsaid

So I plunged into the water, tasting bitter iron(y)

All the metal in my heart was slowly killing me

I couldn't take more tears, so I just stayed under there

I knew it wouldn't kill me but I didn't need air

So I blacked out, forgetting, remembering again

I was still alive, reluctantly, so I climbed out and then

I dried myself off, leaving a dark colored stain

So I can I can see it as a reflection of myself

I am a stain

You don't notice

But I will always remain

You can try you can try

But my remnants will be left

Implanted, engraved

Unless you have bleach! :3

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