I don't know what to think....the blood runs down my arm like ink coming from a broken pen....My heart is that broken pen and it really wants to mend...the wounds you have traced on to my body like an art work don't seem to heal...I get over everything else but this feels sooo real...I dream with my eyes wide open, hoping the blood from these wounds does not bleed through my shirt...but every time something different happens a blood shot tear runs down my face and I can't hold up this fake smile...i stay up at night thinking why i would do such a thing...Cry over someone as normal as you...The blood stains on my shirt wont rinse out..you are in my life forever without a doubt!!!!
