Realization Too Late

you carry me into the bathroom
stand me infront of the mirror
i try to turn away
but with tears in your eyes
you force me to look
you pull up my shirt
run your hands over my bones

pull my sleeves up
make me look at my wrist
blood running down
my arms to my fists
i stare at my reflection
so ugly and huge
standing next to you
whos so handsome and perfect
i'm to weak to stand
i fall in your arms
my visions getting blurry
its getting harder to breathe
the life i have left
is starting to leave

Realization Too Late by Kaitlin Tormey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.