Bed sheets, a florescent pink twisted into a dark scarlet.
Hands, trembling hastier by the second.
Control, vanishing as each slow moment passed.
Blood, smeared against my skin, dripping from the razor gripped tightly by my hand.
Slowly, ever so slowly, diminishing to the floor below me.

Noises, as silent as my pleads.
The room, masked by shattered glass.
My mind, unable to comprehend.
A shadow lurked by the door.

A high-pitched scream, seeming to exclaim my name.
Footsteps, earsplitting and deafening.
Souls, taking up the personal space I had left.
Tears, cascading freely from eye to eye.

Desperate calls, searching for an answer.
More pleads, coming from not just me.
Spots, beginning to cloud my vision.
I felt strong arms slip me, pulling me close.

Apologizes, dancing around the room.
Forgiveness, nonexistent.
Waterworks, beginning to stream down my cheeks.
Sobs, now filling my ears.

Miserableness, the only emotion I knew.
Pain, the only feeling I felt.
Panic, the only sensation that rushed through me.
The only things that ensured my existence.

A mumbled ‘I love you’.
A quick kiss that could never last.
Guiltiness, flashes in his eyes.

Heartbeats, draining into nothing.