I have a friend, I dont know why.
But she looks in the mirror, and starts to cry.
She doesn't see herself as you or i.
So then i ask her,
"Why?"
And so she says,
After a deep breath,
About her past,
That lays at rest.
She's been scarred,
Above the rest.
Because of things
That aren't the best.
How can people be so cruel?
Cruel enough to make her ask herself,
"Why am I still alive?"
As she picks up the blade
please put down the knife
And thinks of all the pain,
And so much strife.
don't end your life
She contemplates just
How much it would hurt,
But it would be the very last time,
Before she's in the dirt.
And she's done it before,
Many a time,
So now it doesn't hurt,
She isn't even crying.
But I am,
As she tells me,
And today I still cry,
To think of what would have happened
If she had died.
And I know that
Everyday
On the bus home,
She clenches the chair,
To keep her in her zone.
As she passes the store,
Where she used to buy knives.
Everyday that she stays,
Is a day she has strength,
Not to get off that bus,
And go to great lengths.
But every time she gets off
Almost ends her life.
She's tried to get better,
Believe me she's tried.
Just nothing is working,
And so she just lies.
She takes all the pills,
Sometimes too many,
She goes to the sessions,
Trust me, there are plenty.
And despite all the
Pain and the darkness and the sad,
She keeps on going,
Even through the bad,
And I know she is strong.
And even though she is with us,
I know that inside,
Every day she is pushing,
Is a day she has died.
To LR
Please stay strong.