broken glass(story-poem)

the broken windows
the glass smashed on the floor
the old man that lives there
runs out the door
the house is dark
he doesnt have the keys
he wont be able to climb in
but i climb in with ease
slide under the broken edges
wipe myself down
look at the broken glass
then look all around
i hear him coming back
he sighs and walks away
probly gone to a friends
for the rest of the day
i look at the glass again
and pick a small bit
was i really going to stay here
this is probly it
i rolled up my sleeve
and slid it across my arm
a perfect line of blood now dripping
whats really the harm
watch it bleed
sigh and fall
watch the night begin
and the trees stood tall
slowly die as i cut again
whats wrong with me
i begin to die
and broken glass is the last sight i see