It took me hours to calm you, while you were desperately holding onto me the entire night. When sleep finally whispered sweet words into your mind and you drifted away, I sat while softly stroking your bruised back, with your head lying on my lap. You were so vulnerable with the stains of tears in your reddened cheeks, which occupied my mind and kept me locked in insomnia.

I stayed until you woke the next morning, and told me to go home and get ready for school. It was a painful goodbye as I climbed out through your wide window, I wished I could have stayed to fix the overwhelming feeling of a new sunrise inside of you. The pain of another senseless day, the amount of violence in it.