im waitiing an hour........
then i think ill plan for the next hour....
down to the "t".....
he said to me....
what if.....
before he finished i watched him map out the slits of his wrist....in ink
in ink.......
what if in ink......
what if he slips and his "what ifs" in ink, drain threw his body
making a mark of "what ifs" down and about his veins
.....hes looking at me..wating for a reply
should i just tell him i wouldnt care if he was to die...and lie.....lie
ink....
i see the ink and i cant help but to want to scrub his skin off before the
"what ifs" start to sink in ...deep inside his skin....
ill scrub his mind sain......ill throw away the deadly ink....that brought
with it the frame of mind.....the "what ifs" plastered on his
skin....

 
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