*this poem was written by my brother, just wanted...
A river of red, running down the street...

Make me cry
and walk away...

Scarred my wrists
failed once again...

So here we are
on day #3...

To all the people who've done me wrong,
thank you for hurting me...

My pillow soaked in tears
as I blow bubbles in my mind...

Honest true pure and passionate
for some reason i cant let him in...

Do you remember the nights we fought?
When you called me every name in the book...

I feel the need to drink
to get you off my mind...

I slipped your ring back on today
to see if it still fit the same way...

Nestling my head into your chest
ending my day with comforting rest...

There I stood face to face
with my biggest fear...