How many times have I
Looked into your eyes,
And told you that
This wouldn't work?
How many times have I
Called you at night
And told you to
Stop being a jerk?
And still you decide
To stick with your pride
And continually
Worry your friends,
We're sick of waiting
To go to your house
Only to find that
You've reached your end.
I'm writing this in the
Smallest ray of hope,
That maybe you'll
Listen to me,
My dearest friend,
Should you reach your end,
I don't know what will
Become of me.
*dedicated to yet another friend who tried suicide...thankfully, she's okay, I just hope that she'll stay that way*
