She watches me through her brown eyes
Trying to blink away the tears
Wiping the blood on her white cuffed shirt
Dwelling on thoughts too long
One hundred thoughts later
I’m falling apart
One hundred breaths later
Don’t know how to stop it
Her mind’s buzzing with the thoughts of after
Thoughts of existence
Thoughts of what if’s and why’s
The buzzing consumes her, like the night to bright stars
One hundred feelings later
I’m confused as hell
One hundred screams later
I’m still fighting
She focuses her pain somewhere else
Takes a breath back
Locks up the sadness so no one can see
And becomes the quiet, shy girl once again
One hundred comments later
And I’m ready to give up
One hundred stitches
And I’m ready to keep going