Bleeding

Turning skyward to be blinded by rain.

Still standing out here in the cold,
water mixing with blood and dirt and
bringing it to my toes securely found
on the ground.

Screaming and scratching at my neck,
hoping to remove my throat and all the
words clogging up my breathing tube
so air might pass my lips.

My heart races for the oxygen that
I deprive myself of.

My blood pumps out of the razor cuts
on my wrists, deep enough to see the
cut veins.

My mind is scattered and shattered,
and all the thoughts are pouring out
of me.

One crimson drop at a time.

I beg for God to save my soul that
has gotten so lost in the darkness.
Pray for Lucifer to rip apart my skin
like it's paper that needs shredding.

I'm a document of broken words and
frayed pages that needs recycled.

Burn this flesh so no one will suffer
through re-using it.

I'm still bleeding even as my heart
stops pumping the blood to the wounds.

I'm still bleeding.