You taste the bitterness
Of death but once
Yet you experience the beauty
Of life everyday
Still you turn to me
With these vile scars
Of self-inflicted pain

The tears you cry rain down on you
Hurting no one but yourself
And I'm the only one
Who seems to notice
That you're crying out for help

Too proud to admit
That you have a problem
Too shameful to tell the world
The reasons for all these desolate scars
Upon the wrists of a broken girl

My heart weeps for your actions
My soul cries out in vain
On the outside, I feel so weak
Because I could never cure your pain

Your arrogance blinds you
To what has brought you down
Back to the knife within your grasp
You hide behind a frown

You look so pathetic sitting there
Crying on the floor
With your face buried in your arms
As you watch the blood pour

My stomach churns with unspoken fear
It leaps up to my mouth
I struggle to scream for you to stop
But the words will not come out

I begin to shiver as I feel the tears
Trickle down my cheeks
I gaze at you through blurry eyes
Your image faint and bleak

How could you do this to yourself?
How could you stand the hurt?
You hide behind the crimson knife
Yet the pain is still overt

Can't you find another way
To release your desolation?
I know your mind is swimming
In suicidal contemplations

But I just won't sit back and watch
As you slowly take your life
It's time to stop the anguish
So put away the knife...

 
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