1...2...

I count the scars amongst my body. I realize this pain is just a number and means nothing, but it's the only thing I could look forward to as the days go by and the tears roll.

5...6...

The numbers define me. The nights go on, the sun shines during the day. People think it's still the same.

9...10...

Blood is pouring out and the razor makes my mind feel empty, content. I can't feel anything.

17...18...

The flowers on the counter have wilted, and the daisies have turned crimson red. I stopped shopping for groceries, because there is no need if I do not eat.

24...25...

Numbers. They grow larger and larger and my body, originally white, has turned red.

30...31...

Everything that came out of my mouth was a lie. No, I am not fine. I did not eat. My mind is not sane, it is running wild.

38...39...

More blood. More tears. More lies. The room is turning black.

46...47...

The demons in my head are growing angry. Nothing in this life of mine satisfies them.

53...54...

Cutting through my arm, I accidentally went through a vein. The red pours into the tub. Is this the end?