For Other's Pain Poem by Kaffwin Dementis

A young girl
Alone in her room
She thinks of her friends
Of all that they've done

The razor brings them joy
They say it takes away the pain
But when can they be sure,
If the pain is in their wrist
Or in their soul?

The girl, she cries
Not for herself,
For her friends
For the ones who'll cut themselves
To know their life is there.

She cries, She cries.
But let her.
Maybe they'll hear.
Maybe they'll know.
Their pain kills more than themselves.