If you could read my mind, would you listen to what I have to say?
I could hear her crying on the receiver. If you were blind, would there be a point to color? I could feel each tear roll down her cheek. ?Anger? the more I pound this fist, the more broken I become. I can see the blood in my hands. Damn HIM. I?m scared of what I might do.
Please be happy, or let me cry with you.