it was red

always

passionate and 

sad

striking and hot like an open flame

do you remember when it began?

the obsession with ideas so bright

beautiful against the stark white

bleeding felt like screaming

and whispers of save me

nobody really wants to die

even when you hate being alive

everyone wants their better tomorrow

but sometimes its better down below

disclaimer // i don't mean to trigger anyone so if this does, please write me a message so we can talk.