Wrists

Put down the sharp object,
Is this really what you want, really what you want?
All these tears you're producing, and wasting,
How do I know they aren't fake?
Rambling on and on about how your family hates you, he doesn't care, how no one understands,
I will take your hand, and try to guide you through this mess,
Don't lose hope,
Humanity shall still remain.
Don't lose hope,
Society is cruel and vain.
And when you think you've had enough,
And when you think suicide is a choice,
This is not a fill in the bubble test,
You are not alone, I will be here by your side, I'll lure you with my comfort,
Just make sure this all doesnt backfire you in the face,
Now all that's left is to wait,
For the cuts,
To heal.