Thier falling on my shoulder, wet, and full of shame.

Cringe, how uncomfortable they are, alone, so alone.

Tears?

Well, I though they were.

Not these, these are some thing I have never felt before.

Their falling on my shoulde.

They are some thing deeper than that.

It was leaving her, life was fleeting.

Bleeding, when you do it enough you become weak.

Eventually dead.

Thier falling on my shoulder...

Leaving, but I just don't know where, or why they are going.

I have to stop them!

She is dieing.

Suffering from emotionall anemia.

Thier falling on my shoulder, wet, and full of shame.

-Jonnie