Questions

Do you ever try,
To fight the urge.
Or do you just cut,
And let blood emmerge?

Do you care about what,
Is happening to your life?
Or is all you see: the blood,
Caused by your pocket-knife?

Do you know how many worry,
Do you know haw many care?
Do you know that they'll always,
Be there to hold when you're scared

Do you know how many cry?
Do you know how many hate,
To see you miserable.
We all worry of your fate.

We will always care,
We will always love.
We will be standing there,
Like your angels from above.