I washed my soul free of guilt and of anger, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wash away the sadness. I tried to cover up the stain it left, but I couldn't seem to hide it.  Fake smiles worked for a while, but eventually that was covered by tears. After that I tried doing reckless, stupid things, and that seemed to work the best. Unfortunately I was hurting my self in the process, so I stopped with that. Now I help others with their stains, I've found it to even be fun, and every time I help get rid of theirs, mine gets a little lighter.