Dreaming

She cuts herself,
on the skin so deep.
She thought she was strong,
but was really weak.

Her friends stood by,
just watching in fear.
As down her cheek,
rolled a silent tear.

When she tells us she's ok,
we know she's lying.
we tell her to quit,
although she's really trying.

We know that every week,
she picks up the knife.
And sooner than soon,
she will lose her life.

Should we help her more,
or let her bleed.
Should we give her what she wants,
or give her what she needs.

We find her the next day,
hanging from a rope.
Dying without fear,
dying without hope.

I wake up from it all,
and its just a dream.
The suicide of a friend,
was not what it seemed.

I'm drenched in sweat,
my face covered with tears.
Out of all of them yet,
suicide is my greatest fear.

Wither of a friend,
or worst of you.
I take it seriouly,
I hope you do too.