Red

Lines of red and white bind us together they're not our fault but they are our own creation a masterpiece it can't be reversed so draw carefully it won't ever leave you a silver pen crafting a special picture that will stick on your skin and in your mind the red ink flows the red paint stains creating new art with everything it touches red is such a pretty color it's stuck inside, begging to be let out just like the other bad stuff it wants to be set free this isn't hurting anyone else nobody knows but you and I I know you want me to stop but it makes everything better I need everything to feel real I like being creative you remind me that this isn't good I put down the silver pen I still have the lines I want you to put it down even though you'll still see it I want to draw again sometimes but I don't want to upset you I want to show you it's possible to stop I know you can do it I know your strong sometimes I wonder if you're stronger than me reds my favorite color but sometimes I know it's better not to see it I need you to know that one day I promise you will be ok