Dark sky amidst the night.
There are remains of a glittering twilight.

Sobbing can be heard behind the door.
They won't tell me what they're crying for.

But I care about them, with all my heart.
Cutting yourself isn't some art.

You feel as though you have no friends.
Except for the blade that cuts your skin.
I know where you've been.
Hurting yourself won't help cleanse.

I know it's hard, I've been there before.
But it's okay, put the razor in the drawer.

You are beautiful, believe in yourself.
Keep the pill bottles right on the shelf.

If you pull them off one by one.
What happens to you cannot be undone.

Just hold on one more day.
Listen to what I have to say.

I may not know your name.
But put that knife down and come over here.
I can tell you, I've felt the same.
It's okay now, you're safe now. I love you, my dear.