The dark stains across his skin are not a sin they saved him. Ecthed into his veins, the pain made the un-seeable scars fade away. Now he waits in a hard black chair waiting for his appointment that'll ease the sadness, to help his heart mend. Looking down, he refelcts on the inks that reside on his left side.

An anchor for his father, how he held him down to earth so tight, even when the blades seemed to rip apart his wrists his dad always encouraged him to fight. The Water Lilly under his elbow for his sweet, sweet little sisiter Lilly who decided to take a dip but never came up to take another breath. An eagle for freedom, a cigarette simply because it's badass.

He turns the ring on his left hand, the circle that encases his mother's trust in him to stay pure, even though he only wears it to please her. Now he sighs and looks at the clock and realizes this is about the time she would be walking through the front door.

But she isn't here anymore.

A pink ribbon is about to be etched across his chest. A ribbon for his angel, a ribbin for her.