Are you in love with the broken and the frayed
Do you like how their tears drop on their cushions
every night.
How they look at the paintings on their walls,
reminding them of their childhood.
Such a long time ago.
When their moms and dads would be cheerful
to see them again after a long day.
But now,
they're labeled as 'troubled' and 'depressed'.
When really,
all they need is you.
To fix their silly bleeding hearts,
to kiss their chapped lips,
to feel their warm touch
and know their naive thoughts.
To be left alone, again,
by you.
Do you feel complacent,
when you re-tore their fixed hearts?
Now all they do is hide in their rooms,
left alone to cry again,
on a new colored cushion.
Red stains all over their sheets.
Knives as glimmering as your teeth,
in the last smile you granted them.