If My Fingers Could Bleed
...it would have left a trail from the kitchen to the office in our house. Splatters from the keyboard where I wrote articles all day and coded websites at the same time, to the kitchen sink where I refilled my glass with water for the thousandth time.
If my fingers could bleed, it would have smeared creases of blood on my forehead, dried stains on top of the other, for the countless times I tried to massage it to ease off my headaches.
If my fingers could bleed, I would have curved a red line from my chest to my hips to show myself in the mirror how much weight I would have lost had I been training instead of studying without end in front of the computer.
If my fingers could bleed, I might have probably expressed this with my own blood. My fingers bleeding a little bit more each time they touched the paper to write these words.
But they are not bleeding, Thank God.
Maybe I will just have to write again about how things really are.
The world may have failed you, it doesn't give a reason why.
You could have chosen a different path.
- Within Temptation, "Angels"
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