My friend is troubled once again.
She hurt herself with her own hand.
She took a knife and cut her wrist.
Her life, she would not have missed.
She doesn't care for life or death.
She wants to reach her final breath.
She lived through this, but who's to say
She won't succeed another day.
She doesn't listen to those who care.
She doesn't believe that we'll be there
To help her through this life of need
And through her life, she will succeed.
The only thing that I can do
I pray that God will help her through.
She needs a friend that she can trust.
To love her now, this is a must.
Though I fill these roles as "friend,"
I just wish she'd understand.
I love her with all my heart.
Her death would tear my world apart.