Silver and red.

I held off for as long as I could,
I couldn’t fight it anymore.
Like the noise in the neighborhood,
The urge was too much to ignore.
I feel my heart pounding with every beat.
It hurts to breathe—something I have to remind myself to do,
Knowing I won’t be able to catch my breath until the red drips down, drowning out the noise and making me feel complete.
The pain calms the panic, and I am able to pull through.
The silver tears,
The red drips.
The pain takes over,
The numbness passes.
The fears,
The rips.
The relief is like a hangover,
Burning me into ashes.
The pain is there, bringing me back down, helping me know that I am still alive.
The world quiets down, and just for a moment, it hurts so much.
Unsure as to how I’m going to survive,
Unable to let go of the crutch