Your bracelets
They're making your cuts
Infected
Infection
What a nasty word
A purple bruise that won't fade
You change in the bathroom
Because you think your scars
Would scare me away
But honey nothing
Not fire
Not ice
Not the falling sky
Could make me take away
My light from your dark
My parents understand
I'll come to them
If need be
But I feel helpless
Drowning in an endless sea
I'm your life preserver
And I'm terrified
One of these days
I'll deflate
And you'll be left with squishy rubber
And wheezing lungs
As bubbles float out
And the water gets darker
But why should I think of the negative
When your the ultimate pessimist
Every day I pray
To God
To the gods
To the stars
To anybody
That a higher power
Will at least
Grant you mercy
Maybe even pity
I want
I need
To wash away
Your scars
A/N: I took the picture near Syracuse, it could be a random river but it might be Lake Ontario.
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