Awaking in cold fear
Only to find what you dread near
Your friend is again upset
And ready to jump from a parapet
You beg and plead
Just to make them not bleed
You make them say it so
That they won't leave and go
You'll solve it later,
And all of this because of one hater
You try again to fall asleep
But all you can do is weep
You've done your best
But was it enough for the rest?
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A/N
Hey guys, Cassia here... If you couldn't tell from the above angst, let me just tell you one thing
SELF HARM IS NEVER OK!
You may think it'll help, but it doesn't. All it EVER does is hurt those around you, you hear me?
SELF HARM IS HARMFUL TO NOT JUST YOU!
Sorry for my rant... It's just getting stressful with so many of my friends constantly on the edge of cutting or suicide...
Until next time,
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