His Love

You think that slitting your wrists is good,
you think that it is fun,
but there's someone who can help,
there's something that can be done.

He's always there to listen,
and yes he really cares,
If you ever need a friend,
he'll always be there.

He listens to everything you say,
he watches from above,
his name is Jesus Christ,
and he really does love.

Don't start with the bad,
because it is not you,
God always gives his love,
no matter what you do.

Everyone makes mistakes,
they never can be hid,
God will always know them,
don't go back to what you did.

You think that popping pills will help,
I've done it many times before,
but let me tell you something,
it will not help and will not cure...

*this poem isn't finished either but please vote or comment I would really like to know what you guys think about it...Thanks*