By. Lauren

That one slice can make a difference in your life.
That one second of release leads to two more of pain.
The once known freedom of the wind caught in your wings will soon become the feeling of blood dripping down you sleeves.
The once celebrated days of being clean will soon become the dreaded number of un satisfaction.
You will find yourself unable to count how many times on your fingers and toes as your body aches from those days.
You will find yourself in the days of regret viewing your scars.
Every last one tells it's own story.
As the scars fade the stories will linger.
Because on that day you started the tragedy that wrote your story.
Voices will begin to whisper when you hear that call over the intercom. Someone cared about your story. Sadly the whispers will outnumber the amount of care you receive that day as you enter the office with tears in your eyes.
Because that one second of release led to more than a lifetime of pain.
Every year on that day you will once again find yourself counting the days.
Even though those scars have faded.
Your mind still knows the tails of how you made it out alive. How you beat those demons. How you where your own knight in shining armor.