your always there for everyone
asking how there day was
what's wrong
if u can help them
if they need someone to talk to
but who was there for u when you were carving tiny rivers into your skin at night?
pushing down till the drops become lines
the lines became rivers
and the rivers became puddles
red was always my favorite color
maybe one day the rivers would take me with them
I've always loved the river
YOU ARE READING
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 (my version)
Non-FictionIt's a different take on the story by Caitlin Kelly but with my own words I wish I would've said