Stella my friend,
What are you trying to show?
Does your blood symbolize your eternal pain
that drips and puddles slowly?
Stella my dear,
What are you trying to prove?
You're showing your foes you are weak
Draining your woe through a slit
Stella my sister,
How hard is the gurney of your heart?
Left to bleed and be driven dully from one life to the next
Stella, you fool no one
Scars pierce through long sleeves
Leaving us to wonder if the blood will ever cease to seep
Stella, keep the blood in
Let it be the undercurrents of your turmoil
Stella my comrade,
Stop.
