This day you let out a cry of help
You pleaded to me not to tell
You said you didn't want any help
The scars on your wrists kept getting darker.
Each day there would be a new one
Why don't you need help
Why can't you just except that you need help
Why can't you stop just for me...
Your friends...
Your family...
They might not scream out
That they love you...
You may think they don't...
But they do...
When you die
Everyone would wish they would have told you...
I'm sorry though...
That you have to feel like this...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another wonderful poem. Hopefully this peice will save someone else in need. keep writting. you've reached me and will soon reach others. great stuff.