Rebirth Through Death

Eyes slowly opening
Consciousness returned
The sight I behold
Truly terrible to me

Long have I slept
Upon that crimson floor
Upon that red carpet
Covering the white tile

Remnants of tears found
At the corner of my eye
So bitter the residue
And the terrible memory

Muscles slow to move
Crying out for more rest
I have slept long enough
Wasted far too much

Standing uneasily
Weak from blood loss
The slits on my wrists
The blade on the floor

Thinking of that
That terrible memory
Sobbing once more
Why'd I do it?

Stumbling to the mirror
A sight to truly behold
Myself, a mess
Sad eyes staring back

Red rimmed, those eyes
Filled with want
The desire for love
Denied wholly to me

Tears still streaming
Down my cold cheeks
None other has kissed
Or touched with love

I look away from myself
I cannot stand the sight
Too harsh to bear
Too sad to stand

Screaming, I lash out
Breaking the mirror
Fragments fly all over
Deeply cutting my hand

Shards embedded there
My right hand bleeding
I can't stop crying
On the bathroom floor

Abandoned, I rock myself
Till I ran out of tears
No more to give
No more to expect

Sitting there thinking
Lost without a guide
Trapped in the darkness
Without a light to see

Standing, I walk forward
To the white marble sink
Running the cold water
Washing my savage wounds

Pulling out the glass
Wincing in the process
Drying off my my wrists
And bandaging them slowly

I wash my face
Freeing the dirt
Washing away the tears
I dry myself; I am complete

I am new and bandaged
But abandoned still
To the cold wide world
To them, I am still dead

But no longer am I dead
Upon the crimson floor
Now I am alive
And I am ready to heal.