Lost between the broken shards of glass
From the mirror I had shattered moments before,
Looking at the blood trailing down my arm,
It seemed comforting
Until my mom opened the door,
She said nothing
But horror filled her eyes,
Finally she spoke "Why?"
Days later in a psychologist's room
They made me pull up my sleeves,
Cuts and scratches filled their eyes.
Now, here I sit in a white room,
I can't even move.
Looking at the cameras
Wishing they were gone,
Memories from the past
Stirred in my mind.
Frantically I started to shout,
But then they came in
To stick me with a needle
And before I knew it,
The lights had gone out.