YOUR secret killed ME

It killed me...
all that pain kept inside,
all the sorrow from the secrets,
all those times I lied.

It's gonna kill you too,
all the shit you do,
all the times you smile,
when really that's not you.

To you I seem okay,
and I assure you that I'm fine,
you'll never know your problems
are somewhat also mine.

You always told me about the pain,
but I felt pain too,
you shared your deepest secret,
because that's what friends do.

You told me how your knife,
was your closest and best friend,
How you know you should stop,
but you don't want it to end.

I listened to you everyday
talk so much about the misery,
going on with your stories,
never knowing how much it affected me.

You just loved to mess around,
you didn't really want to die,
I couldn't deal with my own life,
so your cure, I had to try.

I started shallow, but it became an addiction,
always there to help me through,
I didn't want to stop because,
it was the only friend i knew.

When people saw your wounds,
you were sent to get some care,
That's when i knew i had to tell you,
this is one secret i would share.

But before i left the house,
I once more took out the knife,
I never before cut that deep,
it felt great playing with life.

And as they rushed me to the hospital,
I saw you, on that final day,
i didn't have the strength,
but this I wanted to say:

"You weren't the only one with problems,
you weren't the only one who cried,
you may be the one in recovery,
but I'm the one that died."

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