Patterns

I see these patterns, Patterns of us all, in a fabric combined and woven together. Faint little stitches stick out, so small but so bold I can't ignore them. I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution. You've become a stitch, You're one of the bold 38,000. I can see you ever so clearly, I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution. I wish you'd tell me, All the pain you went through, all the suffering, all the tears. We weren't that close but you meant everything to me and I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution I saw you get hurt, I saw you get wounded beyond the survival point. I thought you would recover, but I obviously didn't know you. I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution You're pain must have been too grave to even touch. Because the bottle is empty, and you're not with me, and I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution.