A cutter's thought

You’re my friend, you’re my shoulder I lean on
When I found out you cut, my heart stopped
Just to know that my friend wants to die
It hurts, to know that there’s nothing I can do
I want you to know I’m here for you and if you need me
Then juss say, don’t cut
I feel like I don’t even know you
Your like a totally new person
It scares me, the thought of it
You would rather cut then come to me
I understand somewhat of what your going through
The only question I have is why
Why do you cut? Does it thrill you
Or do you juss want attention?
Or are you serious? b/c I want to help
I’m here for you, a friend