Raindrop Suicide

Doctor said that you might hurt yourself
so, when I laid eyes on you,
you lay on a white bed
in a white room

Your ghosts sat on your pillow,
laughing
and stabbing needles into your head
I wanted to offer a word of comfort
but couldn’t
for you were as beautiful and insignificant
as an abandoned raindrop on a window

Instead, I said that it was cold outside
You replied, “Inside too.”