Waiting

He sits there,
waiting for more to hurt him.
waiting for more to mock him.
waiting for more to make him cut deeper.

i watch him.
he looks so nervous.
so hurt.
so scared.

i curse the ones who made him like this.
the ones who made him depressed.
the ones who made the cuts appear.
the ones who made him suicidal.

i tell him he can talk to me.
i tell him i still love him.
i tell him ill stand by his side.
i tell him that ill support him.

he says he's thankful.
but its too much to handle.
that he has no friends.
he's not worth knowing.

and he walks off.
i watch him as he leaves,
silent tears dropping down both of our faces.
im scared for him.

a few days later, his 'friend' calls.
he tells me to site down.
i do has he says.
then he tells me that the one he hated has taken his life.

i cry so hard,
thinking of him.
i wish i couldve helped more.
so that you would still be here.

the thoughts of you,
that are in my head.
fade.
they fade to black.

i try to erase you.
pretend you were never there.
but that is hard to do.
especially with someone you love.