Just Do It!!!!!!

How often does the world wash away its own scars made upon Our skin?

The razor,knife,glass bend to my will...WAIT!

No don't . Stop .        umm Why? the Question is called out.

There is to much to wash away down the cold steel drain...  like what ?

Memories. "they are wasteful{clouding my mind}" HAHAhaha, You must be joking... YOU tell me to wait on the whim of memories . SHOVE IT!!!

Anger built, read almost there ... Don't! ...ahh Why? This...

A cold hand grabs the hand of the knife...Pulls it away and is dropped  on the side ... She looks down.  Do you want it? well you pick it up? .. No becuase  I wont let you. Cold pale hands are griped by warmth, and lips crash togother.

Spark of life touched, The flame unstopable...

Love can save a life, take a chance and JUST DO IT.