Carved Out Veins

The salt tears burn from my eyes.
Leaving acid trails in my skin as they slide down my blood-colored cheeks.

My fists ball up,
Tight enough so the bone breaks through flesh.
I ground my teeth,
Squint my eyes.

I catch the broken glass's stare.
Lock eye contact with it.
It glimmers in the sunlight that bleeds past the curtains.

An idea.
An idea to end pain.
To end to pain, you first have to endure it.
I grip the shard of glass.
Grip it tight enough to see the red again.

The tears from my sapphire sky eyes fall onto the weapon.
They look like crystals.
Beautiful...
Maybe the last beautiful thing I'd see in this world.

I cut off the air in my wind pipe as I hold my breath.
For two minutes I didn't breath while I carved out the blue veins my arm.
So..much...
Red.