Crying Poem by Nicole Gehrman

Brown eyes sealed over with wetness.
walls brought down so no one can get close.
her black mascera leaving streaks down her face.
puddles forming on the cold hard floor
all alone in her room filled with
grey concrete walls,
feeling that they are her only friends, and only home
one lonely window to stare out of
blood pools around her feet
from deep cuts on her wrists.
following the vein, you can see the pattern of pain.
the crimson color tints the hard concrete floor.
becoming the only color in the drab room.
one sudden movement
and glass is shattering around her.
providing deeper cuts and more blood to hit the floor
her tears flow harder
blurring everything in sight
she takes a step closer
glass crunching under her bare feet.
she steps back to reality
realizes all that has been done.
she turns back to see the trail that leads to her past
not wanting to look
not wanting to see
not wanting to feel
not wanting to do anything at all
so she jumps...