Why do people think we need their help,
We can live by ourselves,
They'll just make it worse,
They always do,
They'll just make it harder to see that crimson liquid falling off my skin,
Then where will I begin?
Will I end up in a padded room,
With only white walls,
No red or dark crimson?
That shall get me nowhere,
So I will fend for myself,
And run to wherever I can,
Just to find a safe place to be in,
Without this cursed dark crimson dripping off my skin. |
