"Pieces"
I can't believe.
No, not in you.
Once it started to fall, it shattered.
To pieces.
Be careful not to step on any of the glass.
We wouldn't want you to bleed now, would we?
Bleed...like I have been.
I can't fix it.
We're out of tape.
The superglue has superglued itself shut.
There are no instructions.
There is no guide.
No, not now
when you want it the most.
You'll just have to leave it all where it is
on the floor.
You can't clean it up.
You can't ever go in this room ever again.
And now that it is broken, at least we don't have to worry about it.
Close the door.
Lock it.
Don't worry, it's going to be fine.
I'm going to fine.
Forget about all the shards on the floor.
Forget about me.
I will sit here,
in this locked room,
on a weak table chair,
and wait to die.
But look at it this way
at least you won't bleed.