There she was...lying on the bathroom floor
Like a fallen angel exhausted from it's journey, she laid motionless and beaten by life
I bent down and picked up her body up from the cold white pale floor
I cradled her in my arms as a mother does to her fragile infant and I carried her away
Away from the pain, away from the stress and away from the sticks and stones that crushed her soul

As I walked with her body in my hands, I began to feel something drip on my skin
It started off warm and light like water but the more it ran down my arm the colder it got
I looked down at my fallen angel and I saw scars on her arm
Scars that began to bleed as I carried her step by step
The image of her bright red blood made my soul shiver and shattered the pieces of my mind that tried to piece together what was...