Until the Last Goodbye

**Based on and dedicated to my friend Chris**

Your life has just become so painful
So hard you don’t know what to do
You feel so alone, no one knows
You don’t feel like you can pull through

Punch your punching back late at night
Until you tear your knuckles from your hand
No one can seem to help you
They just don’t seem to understand

Your calls for help no one heard
All of your cries were missed
Now your silent cry for help
Will be seen upon you wrist

Maybe now they’ll finally see
You need help to fill your empty life
Maybe they’ll finally be there
To help you end this strife

You bring the flame to your wrist
Your skin begins to sear
But unlike your empty, painful life
This isn’t something that you fear

You may not have control of your life
But you can control this fiery flame
Your life may have become so numb
That just to feel something again is your aim

Maybe you want to make your outer shell
Match the way that you feel inside
Cut a notch into you wrist
For every tear that you’ve cried

As you bring the blade to your wrist
The razor gets very near
You aren’t out to kill yourself
Your intentions are all too clear

You mutilate your outsides
To try and kill the monster within
If it means making others finally see
You’re more than willing to pay the sin

It’s hardly the blade you want
It’s the attention that you long
For everyone to finally see
There might be something wrong

I wish I can be the hand to pull you up
when you’re sinking even farther down
The one to pull you up to the surface
When you’re about to drown

I’m sorry if I can’t help
But please know I really did try
And I’ll always be here for you
Until the last goodbye

**I should probably tell you that he wasn't that bad. Sure he hurt himself a couple of times on purpose but at least he came to his senses and stopped (this was awhile ago too). I was just thinking back onto it and thought to write a poem and a lot of it became why other people harm themselves on purpose.**