Lines of Red

Don't do it good friend, please stop I'm worried.

Your life has seemed either slow or hurried.

I've seen your face, so full of pain;

Its a wonder you haven't gone insane.

I know its hard; I've heard you cry;

If you'll let me help I'll wipe your tears dry.

Come to me at any moment.

I'll see you through through tomorrow's sunset.

Just promise me something that before I've said,

Please no more cutting, no more Lines of Red.