Whats the difference you’ll do them.
It makes me hurt inside, cant you see that?
I'm sure it does the same to you!
So why don’t you stop cutting?
You get mad at me for taking all these pills.
I get mad at you because you won’t listen to me. (You keep cutting)
But that doesn’ change the fact that I’m always going to be here for you!
Just like your always going to be here for me!
I can’t see life with out you apart of it!
Please put that blade down.
It’s not going to take your pain away. That you try to hide so deep inside.
When you cut yourself it makes me, want to take more and more pills.
We can get threw this.
Together.
If you let me be there for you.
Let me in.
I don’t want to be left out anymore.
Put that knife down and I’ll put the pills down.
I want to see you get married and have babies, not have to help plan your funeral.
I told you thing that I never told anyone else, secret that I thought I would take to the grave with me.
You know everything about me.
I know everything about you.
If you’re not going to quite then what am I supposed to do?
If you wont quite then here’s this gone, because all your doing is killing me slowly inside as to yourself.
So here do it faster.
For get about me, your family, your loved ones.
(She realizes what shes doing and puts down the knife and walks up to her mom and dad and says "I need help!!")
