I look upon his arms,
And it's so painful to see,
All of the scars he's made,
I wish he would have made them on me.
The pain that he must feel,
It must be deep inside,
But why does he do this?
Does he really wish to die?
I see the pain in his eyes,
That I've never seen before,
All I ever saw was happiness,
Now i see there's so much more.
To me his blood is the same, as the tears within my eyes,
Both are fresh and slowly pour,
Both are filled with sadness,
As they fall and flood the floor.
I beg him to stop,
As my tear falls on a fresh wound,
The wound will one day become a scar,
Of his past that won't leave him soon,
I cry for him,
He cries for me,
He doesn't want me to bleed from the eyes,
Just to make him see.
He takes the blade,
And he shakingly,
Puts it in my hand,
And he tells me " Don't let me bleed"
I am still crying,
As I take a cloth and hold in his blood,
He begins to cry harder,
As he sees what he's done.
As we sit there in each others arms,
I can feel the sadness leave him be,
And i know he'll never be sad or alone,
As long as he has me.
