If the darkness under our eyes 

Sunk a little deeper

And the essence of our skin

Turned a little paler

And our fingertips,

A little colder...

 

If bruises aligned our chest,

Right above our fighting heart,

And blisters covered our feet

As the tips of our toes burned with

The color red

 

And if our knees,

Were suffering

With scabs, scrapes, and blood...

While our lips turn white from lifelessness,

Still trying to smile..

 

 

 

If our pain physically showcased

Our hurt,

 

-m.c.-