Red ribbon tied around my left wrist.
Do you worry about it?
Don't.
It's not hising anything, it just doesn't fit in my hair anymore.
Why do you keep asking me if i cut myself?
I don't, why should it matter?
You keep asking me if i'm ok.
You're the reason i'm not.
I'm sick.
I'm angry.
I'm becoming closer to them and hating you more then ever.
You need to stop this crap you're trying to pull.
I don't want to listen.
I've tuned you out,
To preoccupied with my little red ribbon.
My ribbon named Puff and I...
Do you worry about it?
Don't.
It's not hising anything, it just doesn't fit in my hair anymore.
Why do you keep asking me if i cut myself?
I don't, why should it matter?
You keep asking me if i'm ok.
You're the reason i'm not.
I'm sick.
I'm angry.
I'm becoming closer to them and hating you more then ever.
You need to stop this crap you're trying to pull.
I don't want to listen.
I've tuned you out,
To preoccupied with my little red ribbon.
My ribbon named Puff and I...
