Old Friend

There it was
My old friend
"I can't"
I told myself
"No"
"What would my parents think?"
1000 questions
I grabbed it
I pressed it lightly to my skin
Tears silently falling
The feeling gets you high
I make another slit
Deeper this time
I watched the blood come out
"What have i done?"
"Will someone save me?"
Why does it matter now
It was too late
I was dead.