Slipping Control

Quietly here I sit

The blood trickles to the floor

When did my control slip?

Had my sanity gone out the door?

The dark pool of red

Staining the bathroom tile

Thoughts blurring in my head

This liquid pool, holding significance to my life

Slowly dripping from my wrist

Gathering around, growing larger in my midst

Just as the drops of red

So had my reasons for this

I hope they can hear me scream

Cause my pain is just too great

This tragedy, sadly its no dream

Make me a stage, I'll show them true pain

This time, there's no cleaning my slate

No dear, I fear it's too late

As my eyes blurr with sudden hate

I fall to the floor, my last breath of pain