numb

ripped veins

12:28am
He sat on his bathroom floor, his veins pouring out the colour of the roses in his mother's garden as he let out tears which felt like fire running down his pale cheeks.
He heard the sound of the blade hitting his white tiles, red stained the floor as he let out a sigh.
The scars painted on his body urged him to dig even deeper into his flesh,
At least until he found out whether his bones were made out of stone or stardust.

1:40am
He roamed the dark streets with a cigarette dangling off his lips and the edge of his nose powdered in white.
He stumbled and laughed when he remembered how he swore he'd never take drugs but now, he downed shots like they were melted stars and swallowed pills like they were planets.
He laughed even louder when he fell down on the road, he sat there and it felt like his paper lungs were on fire, the kind that burns down green forests.
And suddenly, he remembered the colour of her eyes and the laughs turned into sobs and he pounded his fists on the hard road until the fire in his chest burned out and left him with bloody knuckles.

2:18am
He listened to the walls whispering words of hatred in his ear, like they were humming their favourite song.
The words stained his brain like black ink and turned his blood into acid.
The voices wouldn't stop echoing inside his skull and he kept smoking until his lungs turned black like the ink staining his brain.

3:34am
His demons engulfed him and he saw nothing but darkness around him.
His whole body felt numb and his heart was pounding in his ears,
like a fist hitting a wall.
His hands clasped around his ears in an attempt to block out the voices.

Silly boy, don't you know that they're inside your head?
How will you escape your own mind?

He screamed and screamed and screamed until his lungs bled and his throat turned red.

4:56am
He laid in his bathtub and stayed under the water until his lips turned the colour of the bruises on his neck and his ears ringed with high-pitched screams.

He couldn't feel anything besides emptiness and numbness
but, he could still feel everything.

His mind filled with thoughts of her and his mouth screamed and water thrashed into his tar black lungs
and suddenly, he didn't feel numb anymore.

5:20am
He listened to the voices repeating inside his mind and cut into his skin with a jagged piece of glass until he saw his rotting bones, he thought they were made of paper because of how weak they appeared to be but what he didn't know that his bones held stars inside themselves.
He bled himself dry and stared up at the stars until he could feel the light in his eyes getting absorbed into the stars.

6:10am
His paper bones combusted as soon as the sun stretched itself along the horizon and he was left as a measly pile of broken stars and torn planets which shone brighter than the moon.