As I entered the hospital, and walked down to your room, I saw you lying there, peacefully sleeping. You looked happy. But then I noticed your wrists and how the bandages were stained red. I sat down beside you and saw all of your scars covering your arms, then I realized how many times you needed someone, and how many times, that I was not there.
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PoesíaHey this is just a book full of quotes, poems, and rants. Some may be triggering.
