Close your eyes and count one to ten
Slowly, everything will be forgotten.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
A message popped up and it was him.
Again, she didn't reached the count of ten.
It was tiring for everytime she does the chant,
It always gets interrupted.
So she stopped— and expected the worst to happen.
Ten
Nine
Eight—He left, leaving all those promises behind
He left without any words or any goodbyes.
Seven
Six
Five—He came back knowing she is there, waiting.
She waited for days, months and even years.
Four
Three
Two—Another chance was yet again wasted.
The same event happened all over again and again
Until it was the last count...
One.
She's tired, she's done, she had enough.
Too many heartaches,
Too many broken promises,
Too many betrayals that she experienced
Too many expectations that didn't meet
Too many reasons...to die
Close your eyes and count one to ten
Slowly, everything will be forgotten.
One
Two
Three, she can no longer feel anything.
His presence didn't made any difference
Four
Five, she no longer cares.
She's alive yet emptiness embraced her whole.
Six
Seven, there's no need to count one to ten
Numbness—is what perfectly describes her, forgetting what happened became pointless.
Eight
Nine, please stop. She doesn't want to continue anymore.
She had lost her will to live—don't come near her...
One more chance and she will break—so please, don't say the last count;
Ten...
She was not able to fight back,
She couldn't handle the pain
She's just too tired of everything
And so she took that blade—
Closing her eyes, she cut her wrist.
One, two, three,
Her wrist was oozing with blood—
It was painful yet satisfying.
Four, five, six
She cut deeper and deeper
As more blood is flowing.
Seven, eight, nine
She became so white and pale
Catching her breath—she dropped the blade.
Ten...
Oh, finally!
Poor girl, she couldn't contain her pain.
And so, her body falls on the floor—weak and lifeless.