My Friend.

I have a friend, a friend in need.
All she wants to do is bleed.
To cut the sorrow, to drain the pain.
She cuts and cuts, and says it's not enough.
I want to help, but she says theres nothing you can do.
This is my life, my pain, my never ending shame.
I see the blood stains, I see the lies.
Everyone knows it, but they turn the other way,
as her life goes down the drain.
She pulls out her knife once more,
thinking of what they did to her.
With one swift stroke of the blade,
she ends her life, the endless pain.

By me and an old friend.