scars of regret

the light is reflected off the silver blade

straight into my tear-filled eyes

slowly; steadily

the beads of grief slide down my wet cheeks

yet the misery still stains my soulless body

slowly; steadily

the sharp metal tip penetrates my dry skin

and a satin red carpet starts to unroll

slowly; steadily

the pain starts to break away from its empty shell

i soon feel nothing, except maybe a tinge of numbness

and i have the scars to prove it.