venting (poems?)

Hours in the bathroom

A/N: Thank you for readingng this is my personal SH experience when it was the worst I've had it so I hope you enjoy.

Hours in the bathroom
Water running
Hiding your pain
Puddles fill the floor
Red or white it doesn't matter
slits on your wrists
Blades cause a clatter

Just listen closely you'll hear her
The little Child locked in the bathroom
Her tears bleed out the door
Like spilt wine
Tell her you love her
Don't ignore her
If one was alive would she still be
That one that's death is the cause of her name

Eyes Bleed like her wrists
Clear blood stains her cheeks
While red covers the blade clashing against her wrists
The water still runs no questions asked
Hours in the bathroom
Red Puddles trail her arms
Up to the rain from her eyes
Music in her ears,the only comfort she knows

Pills in her throat
Numbing her mother away
The screen so bright it blinds her problems
Music so loud it's deafens the world around
Waiting till she hits the ground
Wine Red tears from no longer just her wrists

It seems her throat had enough to cry too
Her tears Puddle the floor
staining her cheeks
Staining that blade on her wrists
Stains the blade to her throat

Letters she'd been thinking about 18 years
18 years of goodbyes,I love you's ,and sorry
Can't explain the hours in the bathroom

A/N: thank you for reading I hope you all liked it.