Don't Do It

Cutting and slicing,
He's no longer smiling.
"Please stop," I plead,
But he's not taking heed.
His parents abusive
Everyone else intrusive.
He doesn't know whether to run or hide
Because he feels he has no one in which to confide.
The phone rings and I hear him say, "Goodbye, I love you".
I rush over because I refuse to believe it's true.
Sirens blazing and four hours in intensive care.
He looks up at me and smiles, glad that some one loves him and will always be there.