Bleeding red, The only thought that runs through my head.
As I cut deep. And pull down my sleeve.
To feel the pain, Even though the scars will always remain,
Not even sitting in the rain could wash this blood away.
Bleeding red is my only friend. The one i run to when the pain gets worse.
Oh if you could see the way the blood floods and flows over my arms. And the way i feel, Its as if nothing else could ever heal..... My broken heart, Thats bleeding red.
Is it okay?
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It's a great write but a white background with white words? Do you not want anyone to read it? If so, you probably shouldn't post it at all. Keep on writing.
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Thanks!
Lol sorry im new to this site so i dont know alot but thanks for bringing that to my attention i had no idea that you had to change the background and all that stuff! but thank you very much i apprieciate it!
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