For suicidal-bleeder

I read you poem the other day
And oh my god , what could I say

Words so profound from one so young
Such deep despair, the song you sung

I want to reach you, take your hand
To let you know I understand

Your death it would be such a waste
So think a while, don't act in haste

In writing poems you have a gift
And out there someone's heart you'll lift

Trust me when I say to you
There's nothing girl that you can't do

From your darkness you could emerge
The pain and anguish you could purge

Your caring soul could reach a height
And where's there's darkness it could shed light

So please my child, look deep within
To waste your gift would be a sin

God gave you this to do some good
So use it well, you know you should