I thought everything would be alright.
Maybe If I had passed away that night.
Look at me mom.
Don't you care?
Am I the only one who sees the blood everywhere?
I can't get up.
I'm drained.
I'm weak.
And to think you barely gaze upon me makes me think.
Was I just an annoyance?
Was I just another sin?
The water is still running and my throat is shut.
I can't speak mom.
Can't you see my blood?