*sorry for all the posts i’ve just been really sad*
Red.
all I see is red.
when the knife falls
to the floor. I dont feel
anything though I just see
I see the red. And I think. I
think of all the people i’m leaving.
And i get a towel and a band aid.
And I clean up my cut. And I
take a deep breath and
I move on because
tomorrow is a
brand new
day