I remember....
all those times i had to rush to her house,
to save her from herself,
to patch up the wounds
she had born into her arms
some people call it self torture some said she was suicidal,
but i knew it was her escape...
her escape from everything,
i remember her explaining to me..
how happy she was to see her blood rushing from her wrists........how much pain she had.....i wished i could just make it all go away, but instead i helped her through, and still do to this very day,shed call me up...id calm her down, to her i was the only chance at life, if it weren't for me, her life would have been over, that night, 34 cuts on her wrist....i remember, because i patched them all up......she was fine for awhile....no cutting at all....then she had to get help......and that made it all worse, they should have just left her alone, she would have been over it by now.....it just went downhill from there.....but i helped......shes alive thanks to me......i just hope that one day if i ever happen to fall into that much fear and sadness my friends will do the same for me
