Slice after slice.
The blood keeps coming.
Tears are running down her face.
She can’t take it anymore.
She lifts the blade to her thumping vain.
Then she remembers.
She remembers the people who used to care about her.
She remembers the people who used to talk to her.
She remembers the good times.
She remembers that special one.
He’s the one who caused her this pain.
He’s the one who dumped her like trash.
She keeps thinking this.
Then she realizes.
It’s really her fault.
Her fault because, she’s the one who fell for him.
She’s the one who asked him out and he said yes.
The thoughts keep flooding into her mind.
She presses the blade into her vain.
Slice after slice.
The blood keeps coming.
Tears are running down her face.
She can’t take it anymore.
She won’t take it anymore.
It’s over.