Take a walk with me
and see all the reasons
I want you to stop.
I care about you, so much.
I hate seeing you hurt,
and I hate myself
for standing back and watching.
I make myself sick,
the disgust rolling around inside me
I'd hurt myself
so you wouldn't,
I would kill myself,
just so you couldn't.
I can't stand to see
the look on your face
and know how sad you are.
It makes me feel useless.
I blame myself
for what you're going through.
It worries me,
it SCARES me,
to listen to you talk like this.
I'm so afraid that
I'm going to lose you.
That you're going to leave
and not come back.
Do you understand
why I cut over it?
Do you understand
why I'm so afraid?
I can't lose you too.
April-6th-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a strange person