Puddle of Black Tears

As I sit in my dark little corner,
crying my eyes out.

I look down
and see
the floor beneath me has turned black.

And when I look in the mirror,
there are black streaks running down my face.

To get rid of the pain,
the only way I know how,
I cut my wrists
to deep.

And fall to the floor,
black and red
mixing together.