did you know that you could die so easily?
i tried not to think about it.
but did you know,
how fragile your skin is?
how glass-like your bones?
did you know how hard it is
to make the blood from your wounds
stop flowing?

did you know, that i become almost mother-like,
when i think of all the dangers of this world?
i don't want you to go anywhere,
i want to hold you,
where you are safe.

i don't want to think about this.