Words of a dying heart and a resurrecting soul

Emergency

Lights flicker,
my breathing stops
and there's blood.
My inside is burning.
I don't see my face
in the mirror,
but they're not here.
Have they ever been?
They're off dancing
to my favourite song.
I don't know where I am
or where do I belong.
Is this what I've become?
A dying heart on a bathroom floor.

- The flower poet