for those who soak their arms with red and sometimes wish they could be dead,
I need you.
more than you think.
you linger in my thoughts everyday
no
every second
no
every moment.
every time something happens you are the person I think about.
I hate that you do this to yourself
but
I also recognize its not your fault.
you are a brilliant person.
you're braver than any solider.
battle scars heal.
death does not.
so,
the ones who soak their arms with red and sometimes wish they could be dead,
try using blues or greens instead.
