Sometimes I find it really hard to sit back
To bite my tongue when I want to react
But I don't think I can do that anymore
Not sure how much hate I'll have in store
For me after you people read what I write
But to be honest with you, I think I am right.
So here I go, I'm gonna voice my opinion
Tell you what I think is classified as sin
Maybe I'll be rebuked for such a transgression
or laughed at and ridiculed for my obsession
But helping people, its just what I try and do
You don't know me, and I don't know you
But it pains me when you cut yourself more
When you talk about waking up bloodied on the floor
I'm sorry if you don't understand my feeling
How I can't let you people say it isn't wrong doing
Suicide and cutting, those aren't a simple matter
To serve your life to death on a silver platter
How could you ever think that such a thing was alright
To just let go, give up, stop moving, no longer fight
What about all your friends that read what you write?
That you will be forever lost from their sight?
Or the friends and family that you won't get to see
Because you wouldn't fight to break the bonds to set you free
What about all the others who want to be friendly.
And even though you don't know me personally
What about me? What about me?
I write this with un shed tears behind my eyes
Wondering why so many people listen to those lies
Not listening to all the people that cry
Not caring as they cut til they die.
Now, I am not attacking anyone who is depressed
Or hide all their emotions, keeping them repressed
I am not attacking people who cut or have attempted
Suicide, falling to do what the mistress tempted
I am just asking you again.. please... to question
What you are doing before fulfilling your mission
Please.. for the love of God, or whoever you believe
Think before you choose to this world leave
Think of all the people that would miss you so
Before you end it, cuz of the pity and woe.
I want to dedicate this to someone, but I won't
For they will think it is an attack, so I don't
Not to a single person at least
I don't feel like dealing with the hatred beast
So I will dedicate this to everyone who goes through tough shit
For everyone who can't continue just cry and sit.
For the people getting ripped apart bit after bit
For all those who want to give up, who want to quit
Please... for me.. for those you love make this promise
On your oath and on your humanity, don't sway from this.
When tempted to cut, when tempted to bleed
You'll stop and think... and please take heed
To all those around you, to brother mother or friend
That you will not decide to make that fatal end
That you will fight.. at least.. for another day.
Talk to someone, that will listen to what you have to say.
That you will look at pick and choose any other way
Just.. please.. listen to the words that were said
Above all else.. I want you to choose life instead
Of choosing the finality of the world of the dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.