Last time i wrote one.
we left with a good note.
now you don't cut.
hopefully never again.
but you know what hurts more.
more then anything right now.
the fact that you have done it.
yes i have forgave you.
yes i am glad you are done.
but what does that mean.
your done forever??
this is hard to let go.
no one understands you.
well except for me.
I've been there and done that.
but that doesn't give enough.
enough words for me to say.
i have said the most i could ever.
but that's not enough for me.
for me to make myself to feel better.
your words did mean a lot to me.
thanks for writing a poem back.
but what does all that mean??
do we see eye to eye on a poem.
we can express our ways in one.
we all understand each.
but in yours scared me the most.
you wrote it in your heart.
the blood that fades away on your scars.
the crying ends with a break.
only when you see me.
when i make you feel better.
but what happens at home??
is it your parents??
I've been there.
i had a best friend also.
she left me in the dust.
but she told on me.
that i was depressed.
she never told anyone i cut.
that's my problem.
my parents found out about it.
they only cared for about 2 months.
then it was the same again.
here's another frighting story.
i drug up on Advil pills.
yeah, last year i took 37 in a day.
I'm killing myself even more.
i still do it once in a while.
yeah, we all have problems.
yes, you have lost someone great.
hopefully he'll realized it.
but babe, cutting doesn't solve it.
i know, but i did it anyway.
yeah i do need help no matter what.
cutting doesn't just go away.
the words can't sum it up.
my voice can't yell as much.
i have made you cry because.
because of what i write.
because of what i want to say.
have you understand.
that me and you are the same.
in a weird way.
Hilary this will not be the ending of these poems for you.
if these help you.
I'll write millions of them for you.
Don't cry my sweet friend.
this is not the end.
if you need help.
remember i am here.
like i have said before.
i love you but don't ever close the door.
because if you do no one can hear you.
and i won't let you do that.
so keep away the razors and the glass.
i won't let you cut once again.
i know it's hard.
but i won't let you do it again.
i won't let you draw blood.
for i can see the last drip on the floor.
so lets close the door on this chapter.
lets start out new.
would you want to??
if not tell me.
i would want to help you.
i love you.
love you so much.
please let the wrists heal.
and let your eyes dry.
become the old you.
and pass out the hugs.
be happy.
yeah this is probably crappy.
but i don't care.
mark it wrong.
make it the ending of a song.
because tonight I'm gonna pray.
like i should've did at the beginning.
and tell you that i do love you like a sister
