"And too much blood has flown from the wrists,
Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?" - Rise Against, Make it Stop (September's Children)
I don't really know where I was going. I just I hurt and needed some sort of way of getting it out of my system, even if it's in a shit, half-hearted attempt at a poem.... Ah hell...
EDIT: Thank you SO much, for the overwhelming response I got. I do read every single comment, I really do, because it means so much to me. I am so greatful for all of your support. Thank you for every single fave and comment. It's brought tears to my eyes and a big smile to my face, a smile I haven't had in a very long time: a genuine smile of happiness. Thank you, thanky you, thank you!