Trigger Warning: Mention of Blood and Suicidal Tendencies
Coveted in mud as children who loved to play outside, but now can't even get out of bed without the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. Covered in mud, but now we don't have the energy to do hardly anything that requires just a few steps. Covered in mud but now can't even take a hot shower because it brings flames to her arms causing her creations to turn into what it's like to live in her head. Feelings of escape and pain is what swallows her whole
She looks down at the drain appearing to what looks like the color of roses looking back at her. Covered in mud to covered in blood. Is this really what we wanted or planned for our selves. Covered in blood smiling but surely dying inside looking for a place to escape into the creations that she made. Oh to be covered in mud playing with mud pies or mud cake. The creations we made and the mess we were in, oh it gave our guardians a shocking surprise and a fit of giggles that came unnoticed by the children covered in mud.
The razors curse our skin like a predator prowling and waiting for the right moment to just go a little deeper turning us into nothing but trash beneath its feet. Its blade is loudly waiting for us to take the bait. Covered in ashes becoming a ghost writer of our own stories. What the child had planned and played out relentlessly in her head is nothing now but a dream that will never come true.
Oh sweet child, Why? Why do you pierce the body you're in? Would the one that was covered in mud now be proud of the one covered in blood? If they could foresee the truth and future for themselves? Would you lie and say they are an angels carvings? Or would they understand the pain more than anyone else? Would you hug them and tell them you're sorry pleading your case of mercy? What would the outcome be if the roles were reversed? You'd make better choices, I hope.
At the end of the one who is covered in mud is also the one covered in blood. If you ever get to see a chance to see a person covered in blood, remember this, the world showed no mercy to them and it hurt them on a deeper level. Their scars are just a symbol of the pain they felt. Don’t yell at them. In fact tell them you’re sorry for the world treating them so bad. We all just need a bear hug from time to time. The cuts are just their unhealthy way to deal with the pain. Show them the world can be love as well. Maybe you’ll see they aren’t that far off from the rest of us. In fact, you could just see their pain on their skin. Some people bury it. Others fake it with a smile with tears running down their cheeks. I’m sorry if the world hasn’t been so kind to you, darling. Everything will be alright. Just give it time. If you’re looking for a need to escape, there’s the whole earth to explore. If you’re not happy, what is your version of happy? What does it look like? How does it feel? No one knows the future sweetheart. And being rich can only take you so far.
