Dear Scary...
Dear Scary,
I love you bud, I really do.
And I know, I know, "you love me too."
But you're hurting me, Scary,
I wish you would stop.
Every time you cut, I get weary;
your life's ticking like a clock.
The first time I saw them, you swore you would quit;
But just like an addict, you needed another hit.
You're in danger, Scary, I wish you would see;
all your cuts and wounds, they're not just pain-ing me.
Do you not know; or do you just not care?
'Cause we're your friends, and you should see, that we all share.
We share laughter; love; joy; but especially the hurt.
So do you care? That you're treating us like dirt?
Honestly, Scary, this plea is getting old.
I just wish, Scary,
that for a blade, your soul wouldn't have to be sold.
I love you bud, I really do.
And I know, I know, "you love me too."
But you're hurting me, Scary,
I wish you would stop.
Every time you cut, I get weary;
your life's ticking like a clock.
The first time I saw them, you swore you would quit;
But just like an addict, you needed another hit.
You're in danger, Scary, I wish you would see;
all your cuts and wounds, they're not just pain-ing me.
Do you not know; or do you just not care?
'Cause we're your friends, and you should see, that we all share.
We share laughter; love; joy; but especially the hurt.
So do you care? That you're treating us like dirt?
Honestly, Scary, this plea is getting old.
I just wish, Scary,
that for a blade, your soul wouldn't have to be sold.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is, by-far, the most personal poem that I've ever written.It's about one of my best friends Ariana (I nick-named her Scary when we first met...long story). She's has been self-mutilating for a while now. We (me and my friends) have tried numerous amounts of times to stop her; to make her see how much we care about her and her life; but she won't listen. I wrote this poem about 2 days ago while me and my friend Maria were discussing it. I just wish that I had the guts to actually give it to Ariana...