Paramedic

I'm not sure how to tell them
their darling daughters dead
at least, not in her body
but in her screwed up head

now, she has been hiding
all the pain, the hurt and tears
they, of course had no idea
it had been going on for years

the knife up in the bedroom
still wet and warm with blood
she'd hidden it all from them
as log as she thought she could

secret cuts, just now and then
what could be the harm?
all the stresses of each day
written on her arm

one day it was really bad
she only saw the red
"whats the use of living if
we'll only end up dead?"

"so what if I'm hastening
the blessed end of life
it can't be worse than where i am
amidst this pain and strife"

i wasn't present at the time
of when she slit her arms
i just know cos its been said
by all those who self harm

depression targets anyone
who cares for life no more
the old, the young, the dying
the sick, the rich, the poor

now for me, the hardest task
to the parents i explain
what made their daughter do it
and help to ease their pain

i go home and sit and think
and reach out for my knife
just to help the stress, you see,
not to take my life...