Breaking Point

Consequences

"Turns out, the only reason why Selena's even on this tour is because Justin 'likes to hang out with her'. We all know the real reason is because Selena puts out." Jennifer heard one of the female dancers whisper to another.This is my cue to leave Jennifer thought, and picked up her apple and water and went on the elevator, headed from the cafeteria to her room. She grabbed her phone from its charger and sat on her bed, taking another bite from the apple.

Finding nothing interesting on twitter, Jennifer pulled out her notebook and finished the poem she'd started earlier that week.

I see the scars

And I'm filled with regret.

How did I push myself this far?

Nobody even frets

Something inside Jennifer died when Jeremy died and she wasn't herself anymore. She knew that, and everyone around her knew that. And nobody took the stand to help her. Her eyes caught sight of the barely-forming scars on her wrist, covered by the bracelets she wore.

I see the blood

Flowing from my wrist

It looks like a flood

Another cut, another twist

I think it went too deep

It won't stop flowing

Every towel gets seeped

No amount of water, no amount of blowing

I start to feel dizzy

I instantly regret doing this

My vision's getting a little fizzy

Whenever Jennifer would cut herself, that's exactly how she felt, along with the helplessness of Jeremy's death.

These are the consequences I faced

The scars on my wrist I traced

Memories of that day flood my mind

I just wanna cast them away and find

A state of happiness

Is that too much to ask?

These are the consequences I have faced

The scars on my wrist I continue to trace

The cuts on my heart

Slowly ripping completely apart

By the time Jennifer finished writing the last stanza, she has started crying. Her heart ached for Jeremy to hold her and tell her she was going to be okay. But of course, Jeremy would never do that again.

There are too many to count

From these experiences I found out

I'm worth the air I breathe

I deserve the happiness that you so speak

I'm losing the battle

I'm losing the war

Inside myself,

I'm getting torn

I'm losing the battle

Inside myself, like a sick cattle

I'm losing the fight

I'm losing my passion