As i was with this guy and one day i was depressed and he came over and i thank him cuz i told him that i would of cut myself than he said if i did that he would leave me now he left me but i didnt cut my self and now i hold my knife at my rist but as i go to cut i dont cuz i think about him and how he made me change my mind so i dont cut my self cuz i dont wanna losse him as a friend and down inside i know he still love me and i love him
i know this isent really a poem but i had to get this out
