Perfection

I look at the floor,
and see my reflection,
in the pool of blood,
the pool of perfection,

you told me to go,
and never to see you again,
but i don't want to stop,
'cause it causes so much pain,

i sit on the floor,
and slowly slice my skin,
i sit and cry,
and wait for the pain to begin,

i sit and wait,
for you to come and see me,
but you never come,
and i'm forever free.