Cutting Moments Poem by precious arroyo

A slice upon a wrist.
Blood pours out of reopened wounds,
pooling onto the floor of a darken room.
Drifting in and out of the shadows of the mind.
Falling deeper into the abyss of despair.
Trapped in a world where misery and pain reign.
Feeling torn apart by the suffocating pain.
Drifting closer to the edge of insanity.
The soul shatters to a million pieces,
body becoming numb.
Slowly fading from reality.