"I've got nothing to live for!"
He screams outside
I watch him through the window
Silently loving this
Bold
Suicidal stranger
He repeats his statement
And collapses in a heap
I want to run outside
To hold him
To say, maybe
"We can do it together"
But my parents rest by the door
Preventing me from venturing outside
So late at night
I hold my razorblade tightly
And gaze at this wreck of a person
His friends... come....
Pick him up....
And they all walk away together...
Leaving me behind
I set down my blade
And cry myself to sleep
