The Writings of a Hopeless Cause

What You Told Me...

What you told me, was that you needed help,

That all hope was lost and you didn't know what to do.

You seek my help and I gladly accept to,

Yet, when I ask, you never tell me what's wrong.

I make you promise to not make my mistakes,

But there's no way to know if you're off somewhere,

Sawing away at your clean skin,

And letting the blood drip.

You're like a brother to me,

I don't want you to fall into the abyss I have,

I don't want you to follow in my footsteps.

Please don't leave me,

Talk to me,

Explain to me what's wrong.

I can't go into your head, hon.

So explain what's gnawing at your soul,

What's wearing you away,

What's making you not want to stay?