• Don’t do this any longer,
    You don’t know I care
    I see what’s going on here.
    I read it loud and clear.

    You don’t know I love you,
    But dear, it’s the truth.
    Can I hold your hand?
    Can I give you hope?

    I know the scars mean something
    I have them on me too.
    I know what it feels like
    To be so truly blue.

    I feel the pain you have
    I have the very same
    I cry myself to sleep some nights
    I know that I’m too plain.

    Don’t think that you’re ugly,
    You’re beautiful to me
    Your worth is more than anything
    I could ever hope to be.

    I know that your arms wield the cuts
    Of your anger’s wrath
    Cut yourself to avert
    Those you cut you down.

    Those other people wish
    To see your crash to hell
    Don’t give it to them darling
    Don’t tell them that you’re weak.

    And I know those very cuts,
    Faded purple, into scars,
    Are the only remedy
    That can calm the tears.

    Don’t you cry, my darling.
    I couldn’t bear to let you fall
    If you put yourself in the ground
    I’d follow you right down.

    And it might be a sin.
    But we can only hope
    Some one hears the lonely,
    And their prayers of suicide.