Tears

And

Blood

Mix

On my arm

Flecks the blade

Thick

Salty sweet

Lighter-tinged

Blood

And

Tears

The wound

Stings

Not because

Of the pain

But the salt

Of tears

Seeping into it

I cry

Not because

Of the pain

Of the jagged slashes

But of

The pain

In my

Tattered soul

My bruised

Shredded

Clawed

Ripped

Hated

Broken

Worthless

Fragmented

Soul

Can even

Be called a

Soul

Anymore?

No

So now

As the blood and tears mix on the flooor

As the shreds of my soul fade

As the tears slide down my face

As the world narrows to a pin point finally

Forever