Grasping at the one true self,
Looking past the one who is always stressed,
Finding something that no one has,
Looking past the ‘spaz’
The one who hid behind the laugh,
The one who has decent emotions,

Grasping at the one true self,
Only willing two people see that one,
Peeling back the skin, showing small bits,
Sewing back up the gruesome slits,
As the blood slithers its way down pale arms.

Grasping at the one true self,
As the two people grab colored towels,
Sopping up the blood,
Staring at the slits,
A small light within the gap,
As things start to go a little…

Grasping at the one true self,
Closing the blue eyes,
It’s always been just two,
Gasping for breath.

Grasping at the one true self,
Waking up in a white room, bandages around the wrists,
Red markings are underneath,
Indicating what happened was real.
However,
Behind the red,
There’s that small tinge of light.

Grasping at the one true self,
As the two people grab colored towels,
Sopping up the blood,
Staring at the slits,
A small light within the gap,
As things start to go a little…