No more

As I sit alone upon the the floor, I stop to stare at the clock above the door, every hour, every minute, every second getting harder staring at the door. Are you coming or are you going. I ask myself time and time again as it stops on the hour as the clock upon the wall stops ticking no more.
The cold hard truth sets in. My naked self in the federal positions upon the bathroom floor. The drops of blood from neddies spotted through out the white tiles. The shattered shell off once a strong me now only the hollow mess remains. The emptiness sets in, the second way out is near, the silver medal blades ever so near. The entire bags and picks litter the bathroom. For the time mast be near, do I go for more. Why not just a bit more but is mite be the last hurrah. Just needed to say goodbye please stay away. The lose of innocence got in the way, or did I just take it away from another. For those love given and pain to see throw the beautiful blue eyes and the strong tired grip pulled me back just for a moment, to say goodbye and time was take away never to be reawakened. And the discussion of the other.
Vanessa C Subritzky 
Always and forever