To begin turning to the blade after years not cutting
To once again see the blood start flooding
To know a friend is suicidal and you can’t fix it
It’s enough to send your emotions in a fit
To need to feel pain just to feel better
To punch walls and see your knuckles get redder
To want to help someone but not being able to
It’s enough to completely fuck with you
To have the image of her scars printed in your mind
To recognize she’s ready to leave this world behind
To not know what to say, to not know what to do
It’s enough to turn your mind into a zoo
To see that single scar on her wrist
To know that she just couldn’t resist
To realise if she’d cut a vein that would have been it
It’s enough to send you crazy, thinking of that single slit.
To know that she’s getting professional aid
To know that all that’s helping is her blade
To fee hypocritical for wanting her to stop
It’s enough to make you want to cry nonstop
To sit at night waiting for the call it happened
To realise you’ll be uncontrollably saddened
To know those horrible feelings, you will never forget
It’s enough to fill you with uncontrollable regret.
To know you’ll have wished you’d done more
To understand your heart will forever scrape the floor
To already feel regret for not knowing what to do
It’s enough to kill all happiness through
To not know how to help her emotional bitterness
It’s enough to make you feel utterly hopeless