I watched them bleed tears,
watched the red stain their pale face like it wanted to tear away what was under their skin,
as if tears of blood were telling them you're thicker within.
but you see,
they, couldn't stop crying,
couldn't get it all out,
what has been done to them,
they can't even speak about.
you told them blood is thicker than water,
but they bleed the thickest red tears, so large,
like ink, and will overwrite your name,
from their memory,
from there family,
from everything you have taken from them,
they won't need you gripping at their ankles,
always being the one to pull them down every time they were in a fight,
no longer will will you make them feel like they're living a worthless life,
all the good memories have been bleed on,
red ink does not come out with an apology,
and it doesn't even lift the stain lightly,
when it's done to spite them
and despite their innocence,
and despite their age,
but you ruined them,
and you think they should grow up about it,
move on about it,
and forgive you,
they kept silent,
every night they cried because of the things you would do,
and now when they cry,
they begin to bleed,
Thick tears to cover up the mess,
as to try and fix all the monstrous distresses,
fixing their family to feel something right,
breaking limbs off the family tree til it's nothing but a wreck,
snapping the limbs harder as they picture yours in its place instead,
and this is trying to live,
for them,
while everyone, they have left,
still wants to fight them,
and hurt them more then they already are.
