• As he walked around full of dread,
    His life was unraveling like a spool of thread.
    He wanted home.
    He wanted to feel the pain.

    He busted through his door and slammed it shut.
    He ran up to his room, tears tearing at his cheeks.
    He needed the metal.
    He needed the pain.

    He ran to the bathroom, metal in hand.
    His parents heard the door slam and the lock click.
    He felt the anger.
    He yearned the pain.

    He closed his eyed, and tilted back his head.
    He dug the metal in his wrist, a single tear racing down his face.
    Rubies ran along the metal and jumped to the floor.
    He finally met the pain.