And I Cried

You killed yourself again
I cried a little
You killed yourself again
I died a little
You cried yourself to sleep
We have something in common
Every time you kill yourself again
It’s like picking at a scab
If you keep picking
It won’t go away
Just like how your thoughts of death
Hover over your head like a black cloud
Just out of sight from everyone
The scabs still there
Hiding
You killed yourself again
And I cried
And I cried for you
For your life
For you