Worst Fears

It's painful to see you cry,
and to see you cut your arm.
I wish you would stop,
please stop doing yourself harm.

Why don't you understand?
I wish you would see,
that there are people who love you.
People like me.

You don't stop cutting,
and the blood flows on.
A puddle forms,
and you'll soon be gone.

You finally stop,
and look into my eyes.
"I'm sorry," you whisper.
"I'm sorry for all the lies."

I grab you and hold you close
and I realize I'm crying.
I couldn't believe it,
you were actually dieing.

By the time you were gone,
I must have cried a thousand tears.
Losing you, my dear,
was one of my worst fears