A girl and her friend

A girl and her friend

This girl she laughs she jokes,
Not loud she's pretty smart with good looks,
Beautiful girl who never shows fear,
A great friend good to be near;

With sport in her heart and food on the brain,
Surely this girl is lovely sincere and sane,
Not religious as such,
But a good friend and loved by much;

But behind that mask,
The golden smile,
Her torn soul hides,
Whispering, hurting, torture, lies;

Seeking beneath is help unanswered,
Her escape is not necessary but helps to relieve,
Waves hello to the shiny crisp blade,
Murder, a red river parade;

Medication and help to try keep her calm,
Still feels sad, hurt and alone,
Feeling the cut, feeling the bruise,
Denying knew energy that's simple to use;

Crying to sleep, nobody to care,
She lies down, weeps and tugs on her hair,
"Alas another I see?
A person, a friend, perhaps similar to me?"

Deceived be not, it's hard to trust,
Be careful and cautious we must,
This person is different, perhaps a friend,
Perhaps my life can mend?

Still insecure the lass continues,
They learn, observe and become good friends,
Others make fun, shout words like insane,
She cries to sleep, teas of pain;

But that friend is there,
Looking over her shoulder, trying to help,
She hiccups a laugh, casts the fear aside,
Friend's always there arms' open wide;

The girls' heart still hurts, torn inside,
But the friend speaks of truth, speaks her mind,
The blade still sits at the corner of the room,
Perhaps one day awaits the girl's doom;

Friend says she'll be missed,
Still she is not certain,
But is assured that when she's not certain, sad or alone,
That friend will be there on the other side of the phone;

If friend does not answer, don't send a frown,
Walk to your place, quiet sit down,
Close your eyes, remember those words,
Blank your worries, your mind, listen,
Blank your thoughts and earths beauties will glisten,
So next time you feel like leaving friend,
Go to your place, and feel the love I send.