Soaken skin

Soaken Skin





The blade flies across your wrist like you're playing a violin of flesh. You're wrists drunk with blood. A red river rushing down your arm and flooding in your palm.

Are you calm? No you're crazy, or should I say to lazy. Lazy to change your situation.

It's easy all it is, is simple communication. Damage caused by frustration during contemplation of a permanent solution to a temporary problem is suicidal temptation.

This is desperation. A longing to be loved, but you are shoved aside. You feel like you have to hide and start the crimson red Symphony.

Your skin is rigid, emotions are frigid, and if anyone can stop this it’s you. This is nothing compared to what we've been through.

Yeah you've been strong for too long, but I need you to push through. You've had to have been happy to be sad, up to be down, and smile to frown.

You can push through the hard times if you've had good ones. Life is hard, but you have to be on guard, ready to take on what they throw your way. What do you say?

Take my help.