i see what you've done,
i've done what you do,
feel like you cant turn to anyone,
like your real friends arent true,
sence then i got help ive healed and ive grown,
i was taught to look around me and that i wasnt alone,
but now i see you,
like a youger me,
you dont know what it puts me through,
if only you could see,
i see the cuts i see the burns,
seeing them makes my stomach churn,
now i feel sick like im terribly ill,
knowing you capable, capable to kill,
i hear you harsh words saying you want to die,
you say them outloud making me want to cry,it angers me though,
why do you get so low, is there something i dont know,
why do you look for attention this way as though you dont get enoughtell me what your going through that makes you life so tough,
no ones life is perfect not even mine,
but ending your lifeis crossing the line,
suicide is a perment solution to a temperary problem,
talk to me, a true friend, ill help you try and solve em,
you were always there,
now let me help you,
im someone who cares,
my friendship is true.
