Dec 2014
the other day,
i saw another teenager.
His lips were blue,
and his skin was pale.
Scars peeked out from under his sleeve.
It was like looking in a mirror.
But what could I say?
I know from experience that words can't make it better.
A split second, our eyes locked.
But I turned away,
and walked out the door.
i saw another teenager.
His lips were blue,
and his skin was pale.
Scars peeked out from under his sleeve.
It was like looking in a mirror.
But what could I say?
I know from experience that words can't make it better.
A split second, our eyes locked.
But I turned away,
and walked out the door.
What could I have done? Another bad decision.
We can try to heal ourselves with words, but i bleed words and it is not my tourniquet. The words aren't fixing anyone.
We can try to heal ourselves with words, but i bleed words and it is not my tourniquet. The words aren't fixing anyone.
