As he walked away with my mothers bag
i slowly said
"Brother, you are one of the reasons i cut,
Yes i cut,
I harm myself,
Ive thought of suicide,
Ive attempted suicide,
Im begging for your help"
he turned and looked at me
Told me im lying and walked away
I pulled up my sleeve
and up my shirt to show him the scars
he said he didnt care, i could die if i want to
This may be my last goodbye witty
He was my hero,
i looked up to him,
he was someone i could always talk to
Now he can blame himself if he wants
i cant stop crying,
i cant stop cutting...
Im just im sorry witty, goodbye :/