Regret

Watch the blood trickle down my arm,
Warped with the relief and sense of being calm,
The tears fall down my face in sorrow and sadness,
Is this me or is this my madness?

I look to the reflection - the tears still fall,
I fall to the floor in weakness - I start to crawl,
I try to rise - yet I stagger and stumble,
I slowly rise with a curse and a mumble,

Then the door would open - the truth would be revealed,
Id step back - hoping for that invisible shield,
Yet I know that the one wish I need - would be unheard,
Through your speech and the way your voice is slurred.