Imagine The Worst.

The phone falls to the ground.
The news I never wanted to hear.

There is no reason for me now.

No reason to keep going,
No reason to live.

I stand here weakly.

My first instinct
is to fall to my knees.
Or perhaps scream,
or cry.
Curl into a ball on the ground
and pray it's a dream.

Then then urge to break something.
Anger.
The question of why.

Then comes shock and denial.
It can't be real.
It can't.

Then realisation.
A strange numbness
and loss of purpose.
Total and utter
emotional shutdown.

I stumble and knock over
a hall table next to me.
A loud crash echo's through
the empty house
as the glass vase
hits the ground.

The crash was too much
to handle.
I fall to the ground with it.

All the thoughts and emotions
come rushing back,
All at the same time,
so I can't process it.

All I feel is pain.

I landed in the glass.
My hands are bleeding.

My hands,
Clutched
around a piece of glass.

Strange.
Like I'm not in control,
like I'm watching myself do it.

I plunge a large shard of glass
deep into my left wrist.

The blood flows freely.
I get weaker
and grow faint quickly.


The last thing I knew was my head
hitting the glass and blood covered floor
as I passed out.