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A way to watch over your friends.
To know that they are safe,
And be there when they need you.
The liquid red,
Is a very precious thing.
Why do you waste it,
On things such as pain?
Drop the blade down,
Put down the pills,
Leave the gun
Where it lies.
There is no need
To harm yourself.
Can't you see?
you're hurting me too.
(I too. . . am tired of this. I have far too many friends who hurt themselves. More than the amount of fingers I own with this body. And when they tell you after the deed is done? I. . . just can't take it. I want to scream at them. To hit, bite, and smack. But I wish to give them reassurance, to hug, love, and kiss. Maybe, one day, they'll stop the needless charade of hurting themselves, and myself. I even had to go through one of them nearly dying. I don't know what I would have done if they died right in front of me. . . especially considering what goes on in my head >.> *sigh* pointless bloodshed. . . just remember I'm still here. And that I want you here, safe in my arms.)
I only have friends who have done that, the majority are close friends of mine, and most of the whole have stop. Still, though. . .
The one who nearly killed herself, for I think the 3rd time since I knew her, She is still troubled. And the only way she'll stop if she gets out of her house. . . I know I can adopt her, I am old enough. I just need her parents permission, and have enough income and a house.
Sometimes, you have to make sacrifices to the ones you love. . .