written for my son during turmoil in his teens.
For those who are dealing with the loss of a loved one. God bless
This is more like an elongated poem, but tried to capture the moment the best I could.
No, I am not now, nor have I ever been a cutter. It's a metaphor for the poetic 'RELEASE'...ie: ink, like blood.
Just felt like tweaking it a bit, the first part is still my favorite
