Once again, I find myself writing about you.

I knew a girl in college

With flowers on her skin

Now they all lay broken

Beaten, bruised, and thin.

There’s blood upon the tile,

And splatters in the sink.

But her heart it hurts the hardest,

Those broken edges sting.

~OutletInInk

-please check up on your friends, they may not be doing as well as you think, and that breaks my heart.