my hands.
they look funny,
yet beautiful,
gloved in crimson.

im in pain but
i wont let you know.
you cant band-aidmy wounds.

these colors,
are (bleeding)
the promises.

i have died
every day
waiting for

dont come back
for me,
i dont need the life
to be restored.

im fine.
dont find me.
this is a nice place
to be. (:

dont come back
for me,
dont try to find

let me hide.
let me cry.
let me cut.
just leave me alone.