Help Me

Minutes become hours,
Hours become days,
Days become weeks,
And I'm not getting by.

You used to tell me what to do.
What to do when my friends turn to bullies.
It's happening now.
What to do when I want to make myself feel pain.

I'm crying as I right this.
My friends are ignoring me,
I don't know why or what to do.
I'm hurting myself again.
My wrist is burnt.

I'm not getting by.
The reasons why are simple.
I don't have you.
Helping me not to think about the end.
Helping me not to lose anymore friends.
Helping me not to hurt.
And most of all helping me learn to live.
I haven't lived since you left me for death.