Cry it out,
Don't blleed it out
Dont slash at your flesh.
But I'm too late,
To give you advice,
You've blood on your open skin.
But who am I to tell you?
I do it too,
You're not the only one.
Don't bottle it up,
Don't kill you heart.
Your heart my be broken,
But your friends isn't.
Turn to her, to him, to them
They will care
If they are really your friends.
So just yell, just sceam,
Just grab someones hand,
Just cry.

Amy Fifita

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-78/