There's not much room
For any invitation
I'll bleed out silently
But with the way things are going
I'll be seeing tears
Unknowingly

With the words written
Maybe you'll see me
Everything's in reverse
I'll be laughing at you because
You've never seen the real me

Sitting at a small square table
The details are now seen while
Relapsing on the past
My mind is in overdrive despite
The silver blade is on my neck
It's my fault

My fault


Now read the poem from bottom to top.