I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Do not bleed for me, my brother. I did not know my suffering would effect you, in this way. Though that is why each time you feel that sadness it is me that, cries. Soon my brother, I am here, let us stop the bleeding, let me now dry my tears.
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ReplyDeleteI fear to die for my death could make you cry.
ReplyDeleteease to an aching heart
ReplyDeletewhat's yours is mine what's mine is yours
ReplyDeleteIndeed, I do. And I hate myself for it.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely beautiful! your words really give a special touch.
ReplyDeletei swear it's like you wrote this with me in mind.
ReplyDeletethis is like a beacon towards home for the lost. validation for the weary and big, but heavy, hearted.
ReplyDeleteWhere was this picture taken???
ReplyDeleteWhere was this picture taken??
ReplyDeletewho are they and why would they cut you ?
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful it makes my heart ache.
ReplyDeletePeople cut others, hoping to heal themselves.
ReplyDeleteIt works the same even if it's you who's doing the cutting.
ReplyDeleteevery time your smile fades in disappointment, it's just as well...i feel like every time you lose that smile, i die a little inside as well...
ReplyDeletethat's what i thought...
ReplyDeletehorribly painful.
ReplyDeleteyou are a really good writer. I applaud your works. Thanks for revealing it to the world.
ReplyDelete& when you bleed, the static in your veins crackles in my ears.
ReplyDelete[It's beautiful, this electricity.]
[I only wish lightning didn't start forest fires.]
this reminds me of the 14 year old girl who's final school speech was about cutting.
ReplyDelete"if you bleed, I will cut."
my son's speech was him coming out.
If any one had cut into him for speaking his truth, I would have wanted to make them bleed.
deb! I missed you :)
ReplyDelete<3
I feel this for my sister... are you listening ella?
ReplyDeletehey you, missed you too!
ReplyDelete<3
Love your blog ;)
ReplyDeleteI wish I shared a heart with someone.. I don't. Probably never will. It's to scary.
ReplyDeleteBut you make it seem beautiful.
--You have such amazing blogs. :)
ReplyDeleteDo not bleed for me, my brother. I did not know my suffering would effect you, in this way. Though that is why each time you feel that sadness it is me that, cries. Soon my brother, I am here, let us stop the bleeding, let me now dry my tears.
ReplyDeleteThen you must need a tourniquet.
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