Do you really want quiet ?

Please don't go

You think you know pain.

You say you have seen it all -

the sting of betrayal, the bite of loathing,

and those terrible bruises of love.

You have traced your life story,

in crimson patterns across your wrist.

You have stood and watched,

as your life slipped through the drain,

slowly, quietly, a trickle of red making its way across the bathroom floor.

But that's just blood.

You haven't known pain,

till you have stood in the sidelines, helplessly,

and watched someone you care for,

destroy themselves -

destroy the very life that you hold most precious.

The blade doesn't just slice through your wrist.

It rips through my soul.

And till you have known the fire of that agony...

you haven't known pain.

You say it hurts, when you scream out in frustration,

and no one cares enough to listen.

It hurts more,

when I scream out I care,

and you simply shut me out.

You say it hurts, to smile through your tears.

It hurts more to smile,

knowing that you are not smiling.

Every time you hurt yourself,

you hurt me more.

Remember that when you pick up the razor.

Remember that when you reach for the pills.

Every time your life seems useless to you, a mere burden and nothing more,

remember it's a precious gift to me.

For my sake ,

hang on to it.

a/n: this poem is dedicated to idkanymore3 , just so that she knows I care. And for all my other readers, comment , please . Tell me what this poem makes you think of ? Have you ever been in such a situation ? Have you ever felt so helpless? Tell me.

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