One, Two, Three
She cuts with the blade.

Four, Five, Six
“You need help,” they said.

Seven, Eight, Nine
“We are here for you,” they said.

Ten, Eleven, Twelve
“You’ll get through this,” they said.

Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen
Where were they all this time?

Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen
Why didn’t they notice before?

Nineteen, Twenty
“Why now?” She screamed.
As she broke down
Crying with guilt
For tearing the paper into shreds
Instead of her own skin.