An obsession, a phase,
It'll go away.
That's what you think,
But it's here to stay.
Once I see the blood,
Drip to the floor.
No need to cry,
Not anymore.
A smile without,
A scream within.
I want to stop,
But I cannot give in.
The pain is too much,
The cut is too deep.
I pray to the lord,
My soul to keep.
The blood leaves my body,
I'm getting cold.
I'll never get to see,
My future children grow old.
I start to get faint,
The room grows dark.
Upon my arm,
You'll see a mark.
A mark of sadness,
A mark of depression.
After trying it once,
It became an obsession.
In a pool of blood,
Which is where I lay.
What a terrible way,
To end a wonderful day.
Don't do what I did.
Don't pick up that blade.
There are other options.
This is not the way.
Talk to your family.
Talk to your friends.
Don't be stupid,
Don't make your life end.
There is help out there,
You are not alone.
Write a letter,
Pick up the phone.
You might not believe me,
But when you're on the floor crying.
Screaming and yelling,
That you shouldn't be dying.
You realized that you,
Could have saved your own life.
If you hadn't been stupid,
And picked up that knife.
There is so much you can do,
So much you can be.
But please, oh please!
Don't be stupid, like me.
