I never really understood it.
Why they did it.
Why I cared.
But then I realized
life is worth it.
Life is pure.
My best friend was cutting
and I couldn't stop it
To her, there was no cure.
I would yell and scream
I wanted her to understand it.
Why I couldn't be sure.
She was letting her life fall apart.
Because she did it.
Because she thinks she's not worth the hurt.
I want to hold her and tell her that she is.
But she never listens and she never did.
She still believes there's no help for her.
Why does a girl so great hate herself so much?
Why does she think she's not worth it?
Why does she wish for a better world?
Cutting isn't the way to go.
As I yell and scream and tell her to put it away and face it.
If she dies, from her misery, I'm afraid I won't be there to help her.
I refuse to stand and watch.
I refuse to make the measurements for her casket.
So she has two choices now, that will change her world, give her a cure.
Life or death, I say.
She can chose to live, and make her life how she wants it.
Or she can succumb to death and I won't even miss her.
She says she's been strong for way too long.
But that, is far from true because she can't see it.
From how I see it, she's been weak by making this her curse.
I've tried all I can think.
I've tried to make her get it.
But now all I can do is be sure.
That her life, she doesn't waste.
I won't sit around, and watch her slowly wither away with a blade on her wrist with blood caked.
I won't stick around to watch her.
She finally has a choice.
And I hope she makes it.
Because life without my best friend, well, that would be the true curse.
And I don't want to risk it.
