The cuts on my wrists, they came from pain. Pain that cannot be healed, but by one person. I can't tell the truth about my wrists, for fear. The healer will not heal me, for they do not know how yet. I didn't cut today, decided to tell my story instead. It can't all be accidental, everything that's been done, said, and heard. I'll admit it, I love the healer. But if I tell them they may scare away, and not heal me. I wish I could just tell the healer, But first I must be healed. *Tear* - You can heal me by caring, by being real. *Crys* - I just want hugs, If you're really my friend you would give me hugs
