" As I entered the hospital and walked down to your room, I saw you lying there peacefully and you looked happy.
But then I noticed your wrists and how the bandages were stained red, I sat down beside you, and I saw all of your scars covering your arm - a permanent tattoo of pain - and then I realised how many times you needed someone and how many times, I was not there "
Maybe someone can think that of me, someday.