The air left my body. My
hands are shaking, my breath
is unsteady, my head has
gone empty
Pale skin, clean as porcelain.
Purple lips, dry as shit. The
Ayer is running, the floor is wet,
my head is a complete mess
"I'll take a bath" you said, but your hair isn't wet
"I'll take a bath" you said, but you never came.
Cristal water down you face
making me flinch when
I saw your fate. My screams
echoing the room, telling
everyone the dyeing
truth.
The alarm when off, but my
fingers where stuck, stuck in
your pale porcelain skin.
The terror in my blood telling
me you where almost gone.
I'm grateful I came, but in
different ways, I'm traumatize
for what happened today.
