My Fault

I see you with a sad look on your face
I know there must be something wrong
but you say that your fine
so I left it alone

but I should of known
that you were that upset
I should of listened to all the silent
words and signs t hat you tried to give me

you were so sad and abused
that a knife is what you used
to slice your wrist
to give up on life

why didn't i see it
why didn't I try to help
I could've be there
I might have stopped you
You Might still be alive

Your death is in my hands
Its my fault I could've saved you
As I think about what I could've done
I pick up the knife
your blood on it, your very essence
I cut LOVE into my arm

The scar that it leaves will forever be a reminder of my love for you!!

Not a True Story....but I wrote it for a friend of mine..who is thinking about ending his life....It would mean alot to me if you commented..Thank You..Joclyn