Did the bleeding ever stop? Please tell me how quick you heal. Protect the blood that feeds your heart. You have a good heart. I hope you find a good rhythm in your heartbeat- it’s one of my favorite sounds. And if you need some stitches I’ll help you sew those wounds, but I’m not a doctor and you’re bad at asking for help. Guess the world feels full after it bleeds you dry- I wish it didn’t have to be that way. So go on and leave the part of you that feels like home. I’ll take it in and give it a life again. I’ll watch over it like a prayer and keep the lights on incase you decide to ever come back for it. I’m not sure if fighting off the scarred parts of you will ever let them fully heal, but God knows you’re trying. The pieces of you are fucking trying. The people who need you are trying. Who’s watching your soul after you go to sleep ? I’d like to think everyone. Your angels are playing catch-up, after all. They really need rest. You’ve kept them busy with carrying bandages chasing those open wounds. Always falling behind you like a shadow- where the sun bounces off you. Where the bleeding finally stops.