people laugh and joke like it doesn't matter
that people in pain get sadder and sadder,
and i know in my heart that i don't matter
- no one matters.
I remind muself this as i hold a knife
to my throat, to my wrist, to my thigh
as i cry
- CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?
then a voice in my head came softly and clearly:
"I can hear you, you're not alone.
you don't have to do this all on your own.
Take a deep breath, put down the blade;
you know good and well these feelings will fade"
I do as i'm told,
wish this voice was a hand i could hold;
and this will not have been the last time
that she stopps me from comitting this crime.
Like when i gave up and walked infront of a car
- she was there to slap me ajar
and got me to the other side.
I've had her a while and it kills me to hide
this person inside me that the world would shun.
But shes been my friend since this had begun.
Well now it open and life is good,
her voice is quiet - but should
life get violent, strog like a sword
her presence will shield me and take me forward.
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