My Thoughts

23

One slice, for the ache of her friend.
One slice, for the ache of her heart.
One slice, for the pain of her head.
One slice, for the stress of her grades.
One slice, for the bruises on her stomach.
One slice, for the hatred she feels for herself.
One slice, for the words she hears from her friends.
One slice, for her anxiety.
One slice, for her stupidity.
One slice, for her misery.
One slice, for the memories.
One slice, for everything.
Two for still caring.
Three for missing the past.
17 in total.
The blood rushes onto the floor as she stabs at her arm, not caring about the sting or the fear pumbling across her head. 18, 19, 20, so many reasons. It forms a pool around her and she wonders how she's still conscious. The wounds run up her arms but she doesn't care.
21, 22, 23. She feels dizzy.
Blood loss.
Her hand unconsciously drops the knife and her body falls to the ground, but she doesn't feel better.
She still feels the pain.
The weight lifts off her shoulders as her eyes flicker closed. Finally.
Her arms twinge as she takes one final breath. As her heart slows, she hears the door burst open.
In her head, she laughs, but she can't laugh out loud.
Her heart stops and she finally passes the pain onto someone that's not herself.
23 cuts because that's what matters.