I pick up a razor and put it to my wrist
One cut for what you said
Two cuts for messing with my head
Three cuts cause I know you want me dead
Four cuts for pretending to love me
Five cuts for dumb me believing we could really be
Six cuts now just to watch myself bleed
Seven cuts for not being able to be who you needed me to be
But when I think about doing all this I think of what I'll leave behind
I think about my 2 best friends Heather and Korie and how they are always so kind
They are always there to give advice and they always make me smile
They made me realize im not an adult I really am only a child
And sometimes I struggle
With everything im suppose to juggle
But they always pull me through
When I just don’t know what to do
Could they handle the pain if I died?
Would they be able to handle the heartache inside?
I know I just couldn’t do that to them
I'm suppose to be their friend
Till the very end
Could I handle not talking to them everyday
Could I handle being further away
Could I handle not being there for them when they are sad
Could I handle not being there for the good and the bad
No I don’t think I can
Thank god for angels like them
So I'll put the razor down
Somewhere where it will never be found
And I'll put this in my past
Thanks to them this wont be my last
Night here on earth
I no longer feel worthless or like dirt
So how does it feel to save a life and not even know it?
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