Drip

Drip, drip, drip.
The blood flowing onto the floor
From the wrist
A maroon puddle
A life hanging in the balance.

Danger, danger, danger.
They say in a sweet tone
To the person
Who just wants
To be free from themselves.

Beep, beep, beep.
The monitors screech in symphony
In the hallway
Of the place
No one wants to end up.

Ha, ha, ha.
The laughter sounds in tune
The mouths it comes from
Smiling in their mouths
Not reaching their eyes.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The wind blows calmly
The grass shuffling
In the courtyard
But no warmth is felt.

Free, free, free.
Thoughts praise the haver
You did it
You survived
But not without scars.