Terrifying Hours

I made it through the day
With each hour harder than the last
24 hours of keeping demons at bay
Each tic of the clock joining the past

No one could have eased the pain
Only my blade that met my skin
The blood spinning down the shower drain
While it continues to leak from my carved grin

Yes, a line from ear to ear
Breaking through the flesh on my cheek
No screams; no fear
It didn't give me the salvation I seek

So I rested my disfigured face
Closed my eyes and slept
The white pillow held a red trace
The thick line of blood it had kept

I left the bed to stare into my vanity
I saw a world reflecting back
It didn't contain her or my sanity
I hit it for what it had lacked

But held a piece and wished she would appear
To hold me and tend to my wounds
I screamed but I knew she couldn't hear
I wanted her to tell me that "it will be okay"

As I knelt over the piece of glass
I choked on tears and blood
The smile still red; a flood

Wanting the day to end
With this faux smile
By myself to fend
The hours create a pile
Minutes begin to blend
While seconds are in file
Tallies in my leg