It's 3 a.m. I'm still awake. I'm losing sleep. I'm losing myself.
I'm losing you.
So I write this tonight. I write it for everyone of us who has suffered. Every one of us who is broken. Every one of us who has a damaged soul. Every one of us whose brilliant scarlet became just another red.
This is for us, the broken ones.
And for the ones who broke us in two.