One More Day

I see her

My worst enemy

I reach out to touch her and hit a mirror

It's my own reflection

As I see all that I hate, I smash my fist into it

Breaking myself into a million shattered fragments of glass

As my image lay on the floor, scattered around me

I pick up one piece of myself with a razor-like edge

Lay it oh so gently upon my skin

Apply pressure and drag it across

Falling back against the wall I shed tears from my skin in crimson

A smile spreads across my face

But it isn't enough

Again, more pressure

Ripping through the tenderness

Skin peeling open, contentment

This one doesn't just leak slowly

This one pours

Dripping off my arm, onto the floor

I sit

I watch

Closing my eyes

Relief flows through my veins like a wild fire

Lifting me high above into the air

But I crash and once grounded, I crave more

One more and make it count

Blade against the soft skin, pale wrist

I begin to cry

Cries of pain, cries of happiness

Cries of ending of my existence

Press hard, harder

Pressure, more pressure, I need more

Slowly, I slide it across

Blood squirts, artery is hit

As life drains from my body, I lie down and look toward the sky

Oh God how it feels so good

To feel the warmth of the blood pooling around my soon to be lifeless body

I begin to lose consciousness

The arms of blackness embrace me

All seems to fade away and nothing matters

But then my eyes suddenly open and widen

Only to find the blood gone

Wounds non-existent

Tears dried and invisible

Mirror unbroken

No pieces of glass laying around my feet

Only myself...

My own worst enemy

Looking back at me, eyes dead and vacant

I turn, nothing has changed

One more day

I somehow survived one more day

Lowering my head in disappointment, I turn my back and slowly walk away from it all

Author's Note

This was written many years ago when I was younger and in high school, struggling with deep depression and inner demons.

Reviews

[zainul]

Hi Whitney,if you had really written this piece many years ago in your high school time,you were more matured than anybody of your age.
What an exceptional poem is this!
I stumbled here and there to pick up and memorize some of the superb lines.
Well done.
Belated Congratulations (for your high school time)!!!

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

I actually wrote it my senior year of high school, when I was 17 years old.
Thank you for the wonderful review!

[zainul]

It is really a masterpiece considered at that particular age.
Some of your expressions are awesome.They are:
"My own worst enemy"
"I somehow survived one more day"
You deserved the wonderful review!