hey little fighter,
please drop your lighter,
give me your razors
now please lift up your sleeves
your scars will stay
but your bruises will soon fade away,
now please eat,
because angel you're worth something to me,
so take it in,
take it in and breathe,
know things get better
because darling even in this gloomy weather,
it can't rain forever.
- not my poem -
