Black, Blue and Red

I broke the mirror
Into a hundred shards
Just to see if you could feel it
I was tired of looking at myself
But I couldn't look away
I wanted to see if I was happy
If happiness was a purse
I would open it up
And look for loose change
Maybe the only thing
That's loose is my brain
I can feel the blood draining

Speaking of draining
I drew a bath
To wash away all the mistakes
I made in one day
I get in and I see red in the water
I guess that I bled
I'm not afraid
I'll just put a Band-Aid on the cut
Until it fades away
Or until I persuade myself
To get out of the flood I was making

The rain is blinding my eyes
I'm having trouble seeing
But the bleeding stopped
So I can go on with my life
I may be black and blue
With red all over
There are bruises on my chest
And cuts on my shoulders
But I'm standing up
Which means I'm winning
So I'm gonna go
Kiss misery on the lips
And say, "Good luck with your life"