You're silence means nothing because I see the pain in your worn out eyes.
You've been crying again.
You cry red tears and your skin soaks them up on the scars on your arms from words turned to razors ever so discreetly do to names behind your back and even the ones who say it to your face.
But they can't look you in the eyes. If they did they would fall over dead.
You have been a fighter since day one. Don't give up now, don't give up tomorrow, don't give up ever.
If you need ears I will listen, if you need eyes I will look, and if you need a voice I will try.
So even though you cry red tears, just know that red is my favorite color
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