We talked for hours when you already calmed down.
I didnt know that you fall asleep.
I guess my stories are boring or you're just tired from crying.
I knelt down and I was studying every little things of you.
Even when you are sleeping you're still beautiful so I have no idea why they call you that love.
I looked at your hands and hold it.
I held your hand and the sleeves of the sweater hitched up and I saw something that gives me mix emotions.
Angry
Sadness
And confusion.
Why Hayley?
Why did you do it?
Why did you cut your beautiful skin?