A dozen knives cutting my skin
I feel like I have jumped through a plate glass window
Shattered to bits the shards of glass pierce my skin
The blood running down my arms and legs
Pooling on the ground
I feel my pulse in my ear
Thump, thump, thump, thump
I apply puffy white gauze to my wounds
The blood soaks through
Its a never ending process
Ground around me filled with discarded bandages
All with bits of my soul on them
I cling to my wounds wishing the bleeding would stop
All hope seems lost at times
No end to the madness may seem to be in sight
I cant give up hope, I must persevere
