Too Deep

Too Deep
Poem is © Greg Martin

Sharp, silver, glistening in the sun
The blade makes a mirror
I can see my face
No, not my face; it’s a corpse
Or is that my face?
It’s so hollow… so thin
I remember a smile on those lips
Dead green eyes stare back at me
No life, no sparkle
What happened to me?
The glasses lie loose on my face
Barely giving me sight
Must’ve been the pressure
Yeah, the pressure
So shouldn’t I look better?
I release the pressure
Lots, like now
Pain spreads though my body
My wrist is becoming painted
A crimson red, a bloody red
Wait, it is blood
I don’t remember ever getting dizzy before
Oh, there you are
Why are you mouthing so wildly?
I don’t hear you
Oh, now my vision is blacking
I think I’ve cut too deep
Oops
Just wanted to let you know
I still love you