We All Bleed The Same...

Is not a sentence I agree with. I believe we bleed in colors on pain, anger, sadness, and in some forms, giggles and blushes. We bleed because we have stumbled but the difference is the way you deal with the fall. Do you instantly pick the rocks out of your skin or do you cry for help as the asphalt laughs from under your bleeding knees. Do the bruises mean nothing because they only tell you that they exist by the color shift on your skin. We all bleed the same color, but we do not bleed in the same instance.