Bright Red, Pale White

[[Trigger Warning: Contains subjects of Self-Harm]]

Bright red on pale white

tears rise at the sight

of pain hidden so long in the night

appearing as cuts in the light

What am I supposed to say?

and what role could I play?

It isn't really my place anyway

because you saw me do the same thing back in the day

I wish you turned to me

I wish you'd let me in

I don't know whats worse, hidden pain in your eyes

or open pain carved on your skin