One day someone will care. One day someone will pick you. One day you'll be happy. One day. One day. One day. I'm sick of waiting for one day. When is it gonna come? It could be a long time from now.....and waiting isn't fun.
She drew happy faces all over my arms. She drew smiley faces over my scars. She showed me with ink and blue marks, the answer is a pen, not a blade, to make art.