Saving the Suffering

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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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