As I read alot of poems
I see alot of people like to bleed
Cutting into their flesh
The pain they find somehow pleasurable
I can't help but think it misurable
The mental anguesh unmeasurable
As I read
I am not here to judge
And I will not tell you I understand
But would like to lend a helping hand to pull you
out of this quicksand of razors
As I read
I see your plead for help
I hear your cries
I feel your pain
It's driving me insain to see you in so much pain
Please take my hand
I want to dry your tears
And help you with your fears
I have a keen ear thats read to listen
Cuz as I read you have found a friend in me
I agree with you I too see a lot of pieces about cutting and I would also like to be a listening ear and opento talk to anyone who cares to contact-great write!