It was on July 12, 2023

Waking up to a muffin,

with a bright, yellow candle.

Enjoying my day,

with my family.

Opening my phone,

looking at the birthday messages.

Crying over all the love I'm receiving from everyone.

I'm in my room,

using my phone.

I was looking at her profile.

Feeling disgusted, and non-human.

Remembering all of the horrible things she had done,

To me, my friends, and family.

I feel sick.

I f  e el si  c k .

I  f e  e  l  s i  c  k.

I   f   e   e l  s i   c     k.

I lock my door, grab my phone

Drops of water rolled down my face,

Onto my phone.

Looking around.

Finding a solution.

A quick one.

I need a solution.

What should I do   ?

What should I do ?   ?

I don't understand ? ?   ?

I dig through my backpack,

Looking for a solution.

I grab it and start.

The first time.

It stings.

     It stings.

           It hurts.

Why?

Why did you do that?

Do you know what day it is?

Can you get this off of us?

Can you wrap yourself up in bandages?

Why did you make a show over a friend?

It was July 12, 2023

My birthday.