Family and Friends

The skin, so soft, gentle, clean, so easily torn

the knife, so sharp, cold, hard, easily worn

i have the image in my head, i wish for it to leave

as i see myself in my head cut i start to grieve

i don't want to, but i need to release, i will not but i need peace

it starts to increase, suddenly i turn into a best

anger fills my head, and my eyes turn red

i grab the knife thats near my bed, and i try to forget all that i said

i put it to my wrist, and close my eyes

then i hear a voice, and i start to cry

it is yelling for help, and i look around

i look where it comes from, i follow the sound

but i cant find it, the sound gets worse, as i listen close

it was the memory of my sister being beaten, the sound i hate the most

i begin to calm down and let my room flood

i drop the knife in my own shock, why did i want to see my own blood

an image appears, of my friend who gets beaten at school

who will stop those people if i am not there, those stupid people who think they are cool

my family and friends are defenseless if i am gone

my family and friends are the reason why i must go on