To My Bestfriend

To My Bestfriend

Sorrow fills my eyes,

with that blade in his hand.

When he starts to cry,

I sink in quicksand.

What do you do,

when you seem like the hippacrit.

When you tell him not to,

wouldn't you feel like shit?

I take the blade,

almost every day.

I cut my wrists,

every which way.

I want to die,

but I care about you one of my best friends.

I try hard not to cry,

but I just want this to be the end.

The end,

all of your misery all your suffering all your pain.

I want to take it all away,

I don't want you to ever feel it again.

I shutter at the thought of me losing you,

I don't think that I could survive.

Ever since the day we met,

I just have felt so alive.

My smiles became more real,

The tears seemed to fall less often.

I don't want to have to see you,

laying there alone in a coffen.

My friend who understands,

the friend who does it too.

The only way I will stop,

is if you stop it too.

Stop the blood from leaving your body,

Stop it now please I beg you.

Don't do something you will regret,

because well.. I love you...