I want you to look at me
and see what you’ve broken
that you fucked up
and that I won’t ever be that stupid naive girl you knew again
But I know
That when we will see each other again
You won’t even notice the changes
Cause you just don’t care enough
to look for them
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that’s mixed with suicide
Words are so much easier when you don’t have to say them.
But stories are so much better when they’re told.
Say what you want.
Tell someone’s story.