Just one....

You say it helps to put the silvery blade
on your pale skin,to pull it until
crimson blood flows.
You swear You did it only once,
that you would never do it again,
but i know you do...

one cut.
thats it.
You promised you
would never fall
into this deadly habit.

The phone rings,your mom is crying
on the other end.You cut to close,
you might die,i cry at the thought that
I knew,and i did nothing.
I ask why. Why did you do this
if you were happy?
The only answer i get is
the sound of your last breathe.

one cut.
thats it.
You promised you
would never fall
into this deadly habit

now your dead,another body in the ground,
another person who died to young.
And i still wonder,what if I told someone,
if i stopped you, would you still be my friend?
Or would you hurt yourself more?
This is what goes thought my head,all my life.

one cut.
thats it.
You promised you
would never fall
into this deadly habit.

Why did you have lie to everyone who cared about you,
why make them wonder why you did this?
Why....