Stepping In

If I hadn't stepped in Sunday night,
there she would be laying in my bathroom floor.
Alone she was not, but alone was her cry
If I hadn't stepped in Sunday night
she would have committed suicide
in my bathroom with a knife.
Could this be, my friend, who begged me
to let her take her own life?
Her Mom and her step dad wouldn't accept her problems,
too busy with their own lives, not paying attention.
No privacy in their house, no comforting hugs.
Just yelling and screaming thrown out like a rug.
Only her Mom, step dad, and siblings caught up with their life.
If I hadn't stepped in Sunday night
I would be walking in the school halls
Alone without her. I can't imagine this world without her
So the next day I went to our school counselor.
To keep things secret was the plan
but things soon got out of hand.
Too many phone calls,
her Mom getting mad at me for letting the secrets of abuse out.
Letting her take the spotlight for what was her fault.
I tried to help my hopeless friend
but her Mom said it was all for attention
something they never had time to give her.
She blames me.
I wonder sometimes if
I wouldn't have stepped in on Sunday night,
would her Mom rather that be?
She chooses not to be considerate
she won't let her move in with me.
The only things that make my friend happy,
are me and Lee.
Lee is my nephew, her boyfriend.
Now my friend is at a place
where she can be helped.
Yes, her Mom does blame me...
But she will be sorry.
I did the right thing,
so I've been told.
We'll find out the truth,
I hope this shows that I'm a good friend.
I'm glad I stepped in on Sunday night.

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