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,

Nothing sharp,

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.