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The Red
She sits in a corner of the darkened room
dennying everything she sees, hopeing someone will save her
Unknowingly I walked into this broken home
I met her tempting fate between her wrist and a razor
With nothing to say I peer into her face
to see her eyes, to see within her
She gazed at me and I felt all the hurt
all the shame, she screams silently without a stir
Hallow and alone she was, clutching her knife
before I took another step a tear rolled donw her cheek
Red and clear, pain and sorrow it said to me
as more began rushing down to her feet
As she dried her eyes and dropped her knife
she returned the favor and looked into me
She felt all my hurt, my shame
then she began to say
"Are we the same?"
The Red, the hurt in our hearts
clouding our soul making us fall apart
the marks on our arms are just a reminder
but now that we found each other
will we live longer?
