Reflections from a Glistening Blade

Do you see what I see? The boy in the mirror His life is a smile But it is false, fake, and broken He turns to the left His reflection again This time from a razor As he cuts again He turns the other direction Another blade he sees But this one bigger than the other He contemplates what he should be Do you see what he sees? The boy in the blade His tears are the truth They're real, there, and flowing southward He looks up at the ceiling Envying the blankness The tears flow down further The direction he turns next He stares straight at himself But this one sadder than he remembers And he knows what he must do The blood from his wrist glides down his arm Dripping to the floor He grips the knife with his bloodied hand too Pointed towards himself Hark! a thrust And hark! he pulls out He inspects the bloodied blade He crumples to the ground His reflection lost from the blade His life follows suit