a song for Val

when you cuddle in your bed
when all that you can see is red
and again, wish you were dead
shout through tears, the tears you shed

ask yourself, why are you crying?
no reply. feels like you're dying
problems, you are only hiding
don't spill no blood, you must keep trying

getting in touch, hugging leather
if it got worse It'll get better
and if they scream I scream harder
I'll change my mood like god change weather

philosophy is great when asked for
but I need questions no more
it is, my friend, only sore
to enter that same, old door