Wasted s0u|

Little girl,
Can you hear me,
Get up off the floor,
That blade wont set you free.

Why would you do that?
Again?
We care about you,
We hate seeing you in pain.

I see your scars,
Dont hide it,
We know what you do,
How deeply up your arms you slit.

Whats the problem?
Let me help you,
Give me a hug,
Tell me whats happened.

You hold on to me,
You grasp my hand,
You tell me to look into your eyes,
Now i understand.

Your nights of pain,
Sitting up late,
Your busy in that bathroom,
The blade and you are on a date.

It seems the only thing,
That can make you feel good,
Thats not the case,
Your friends should.

Try to stop,
You have your whole life,
You shouldnt be wasting it,
On that stupid knife.

Just an0ther wasted s0u|. . .