Hello,
Crimson blood dripped from your wrists, thighs and anywhere else you bled from. Your whimpers filled the air. You broke once again; you drew your crimson blood once again. It is okay, it isn't the end of the world. No one is mad with you; no one is upset with you. Pick up your head, and start over again. This is a process, things like this don't resolve themselves overnight.
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YOU ARE READING
Hello, Goodbye
PoetryThese are notes to the ones I saw, but never spoke to. To the ones I lost and never found- to all the ones who need this. To all the ones who feel the same way as I do. This is for you, not me.
