I'm sitting here
Staring at the floor
The tears streaming down my face
Sobs overtaking my lungs and racketing throughout my chest
It already hurts enough
Maybe it's the bruises on my ribs,
Or my demented mind that's stuck on depression
Or maybe the fact that I've been trying to pick up these pieces
And fit then together
It always falls apart
I try so hard
Taking these shards of glass
Attempting to make a perfect reflection
I've cut myself again
Sometimes all I do is stare at my wrists
Watching the blood flow over
Spilling
My life is ebbing away
And with every weakening heartbeat
All I can think about
Is how I've lost

Somehow
I sit up
I don't know why I try anymore,
But I do
I wipe the blood off of the pieces
And puzzle it back together
Finally, it holds a relfection
When I get past the cracks spiderwebbing across the pane,
The red edges pointed out at my skin,
And when my eyes adjust to the darkness
All I see is a broken figure staring back at me.

That's nothing to hang on the wall.

Looking out at the dark night
Seeing the stars all alight.

The sound of the waves
Crashing on shore, the sand they engrave

Crickets sing their song
All night long.

The darkness of the ocean
Has the stars shining as beacons.

The peaceful air
Erases all the cares.