I see the sun rise through the curtain.
I see you stir from sleep.
You feet touch the floor,
As you rub your eyes and yawn.
The red numbers flash
As you get ready for the day.
The door shuts with a slam
And your car roars off to work.
When the door opens again,
You throw your keys on the couch.
Someone at work,
Or a bad driver,
Has caught your anger once again.
The plate smashes,
When you throw it against the wall.
The primal scream from your throat,
Echos through the house.
You turn to me,
The anger plain,
On the twisted features of your face.
The scream comes again,
This time paired with your fist.
I cry tears,
That fall upon the floor.
Tiny crystals,
That make rainbows on the wall.
Your reflection is cracked,
Black lines moving across your face,
While the red from your fist,
Mixes with the pieces of me on the floor.
You turn to go to your bed,
But the tears slow you down.
You fall to the floor,
From either pain or the puddle of red below me.
I hear the sirens screaming,
Once the neighbor makes the call.
The men in white take you in a stretcher,
And you will wake up with disinfectant in your nose.
The next day,
While the sun shines again.
New people come through the door,
This time clad in blue.
They take me down from the wall,
Sweep my tears from the ground.
Clean the house top to bottom,
Then throw us in the bin.
Another roaring truck comes by,
This time taking me away.
As I get crushed into small per pieces,
I hope you have gotten better.
When I am thrown in the dump,
And seagulls take my new tears,
I only hope,
That you are happy,
With your new reflection.
The one that is changed,
By the little blue pills,
You get from the doctor once a month.
I wonder if you take them,
As I slowly fade away.
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