Why do you leave, friend?
Scratching my hair, running far
Guess that's why we have split ends.

For you to feel
To have you be Happy
To feel no more pain
To help you get through this
To know I am there for you
And
To know that
I still love you

Stick and stones
may break my bones
but cutting makes me bleed.

The warm red liquid
flows down my arm
it's just the relief I need.

Silver metal
that shines so bright
has become my only friend

So I'll tear
my flesh apart
till the very end.
                                     S.B.