“Dear friend, lover, ex, or whatever I'm writing you to let you know I hope you feel better I know that things are so hard. The stress is so much. And when you reach out all there are is uppercuts And they are the cause for the ones on your wrist The reason why you cry, make a ball of your fist I understand that you have a lot you go through The fact that they yell and your brother would hit you And no one gets you. The plastered on fake smile. The real one has been gone now for quite a while So your arms bleed, but the blood tells you you're living It takes away the numb feeling these people were giving That razor blade has become your closest companion It relieves all the pain you want to abandon Your arms are scared so you think you're unlovable But honestly I just want you to feel comfortable.I promise you you're loved so please don't cut.And if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck I'm just a call away when things get rough.”
