Carving Hearts On Wrists

I don’t know this room,
There’s white all around me.
My body feels so numb:
I’m starting to freeze in front of this fire.

I’ll pick myself up,
There’s a tangy scent around my head.
My hands reach out and grasp,
My favorite toy when I play these games.

Sharp points hit my veins,
My wrist feels warm…cold…wet.
I’ve drawn an obscure heart on my skin,
I’ll just add the ‘I’ and ‘U’.

I say this,
To prove my worth.
I love you more than,
The stars love the skies.

My face feels wet,
My head is spinning and
I wish I could see you here.
But all I see is white.

I love you more than anything.