Don’t cut your wrists,
 and don’t cut your thighs. 
Put

Don’t cut your wrists,

and don’t cut your thighs.

Put down the lighter.

Pull up your sleeves,

show the world you’re still alive. 

Put the scale back,

and go have some dinner.

Sweetheart you’re worth it.

Please listen.

Stop your crying
and dry your eyes.

Put the rope back,

and drop the gun.

Spit out the pills,

this isn’t how your story ends.

You’re only a child,

you shouldn’t dream of death.

Please listen.

Stop faking that smile,

and let your eyes show your lies.
It’ll be hard,
but please try. 

You might discover, 

that life isn’t so hard.