The water falling
a normal sound,
but its only to cover up
the sound of your streaked-red body hitting the ground.
You imagine this
like a movie in your mind,
as you stare at the blade
lost in time.
You want to reach over
grab it, twirl it
make the pretty red lines on your thighs,
while the inside of your soul sees to relax and sigh.
But, somthing holds you back
wether it be fear, strength or something else,
something that wants you to be better, not worse.
This is a something from me to you
I know you can get better, and pull through.
I love you,
and one day I hope you'll love you too.
