Blood colored the shower water
as it soaked off my skin.
I stood with my back bent a
little from being too weak to
stand up straight.
My eyes were closed making
me drift away.
My mind was tired and dead
from sorrow.
Sleep started to pull me in
making me forget that I was in
the shower.
As I almost slipped my mind
awoke me.
I opened my eyes slightly to
remind myself where I was.
I was sore.
I was tired.
I was extremely weak.
Red still dyed the dripping
water.

Where is the blood coming
from?

I tried to feel terrified but I
was so out of it that I couldn’t
even care.
I closed my eyes to wait for the
strength to come to me so I
could step out of the cold water
that, at first, was steaming hot.
Once again, I drifted off
forgetting where I stood.
I collapsed and slammed my
head against the bathtub.
The pain, I knew, was intense,
but I couldn’t feel anything.
I was broken in so many places
already.
I put a hand to my head to feel
for blood.
Then, looked at my palm but
there was nothing.
Becoming a little more alert
from the fall, I looked at the
water running to the drain
from under my exposed body.
Blood.

Where is it coming from?!

I pushed myself up and
staggered to the mirror.
I wiped a hand upon it to erase
the fog.
Oh, how my life was as
nebulous as the glass.

I looked ahead right at myself.
Blood was all over me but
where was the puncture?

There...

I saw through my exhausted
eyes tears that had turned to
blood.
I’d cried out all my salty tears
from having too much pain.

Oh, poor heart what have I let
love do to you?
Now, as I watch you bleed, I
see.
I never meant to fall in love so
many times knowing you would
ache in the end.
Oh, how I have tried.
Please, trust me, I never meant
to hurt you.
I’ve loved you for all my life.
You have never given up, yet,
on me.
I’m so sorry to make you feel
this way.

I felt my body start to shake so
I stepped back into the water
to rinse off the blood some
more and to let the icy water
wake me.
I became dizzy so I leaned
against the wall.
Less than a minute later I was
lying in the tub again from
falling.
I did not awake that time.
I was too tired to remember
how to come back out of
dreams.
My heart was dead.
The last of its strength had
flowed down the drain.
I was only another victim of
the worlds worst serial killer...

Love.