Blood on the floor

I fall beside the bed.
Blood is the floor.
I leave my wrist wide open,
My heart bleeds so much more

It feels cold on my arm.
I’m always seeing in black and white.
I see him standing above me.
It appears that he was right.

I see him every day,
Although he doesn't live.
He won’t let me go now.
Me, he will never forgive.

Breathing is always harder
Whenever he is near,
Even though he can no longer touch me
He will always be my fear,

As a vision in my head,
He will always remain,
Playing forever over and over,
The images always the same.

I am so much older now
And yet I lay here crying.
For nine long years since then
All i've dreamed about is dying.

I was destroyed many years ago.
My dignity and pride discarded.
I don't know when this will end
I wish only to be disregarded

This mess is far too deep now.
I can't see me as me anymore.
All that I can see clearly
Is my blood covering the floor.