1 pill,
2 pill,
3 pill,
4.

The empty bottle lies
lifeless on the counter like,

the body of a best friend.

1 slice,
2 slice,
3 slice,
4.

Blood collects on the bathroom floor;
a red ocean of self hate.

The body of a best friend.

4 breath,
3 breath,
2 breath,
none.

Your family lost in confusion,
the student body wails.

Your friends don’t understand.
We never will.
Why?