Our blood and Tears

When you talk of blood and tears,
I can't help but make my own,
Hearing you say your life's worth nothing,
And you want to pass to the unknown,

It brings back memories,
Of how I used to be,
I just hope this can inspirer you,
To know you can be happy like me,

Seeing the cuts on your wrists,
Slowly crawling up your arms,
I know one day you won't be there,
It will be your last act of harm,

The thought it hurts,
I can't loose you,
You mean so much to me,
We stick like glue,

Your heart is shattered,
Your mind with never ending thoughts,
Which are leaving you,
So distraught,

I want to help but I don't now how,
You know I care but it doesn't change,
The fact you're still upset or heartbroken,
Your feelings remain the same,

Next time you reach for a knife or blade,
To turn your sadness to skin black and blue,
It's not only your tears of blood being shed,
It's mine too.

Dedicated to Courtney. My Button.

Wrote on May 3rd, 2006
© Samantha Jayne Reed