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This is an open letter to the suicidal;
Stop.
We are the ones you choose,
To catch you when you fall,
But we are not perfect.
Each time you slip,
We step closer,
To the edge we keep you from.
But no one will catch us;
You are the only one that hurts;
We are fine.
But it is more tempting,
Each time you slip,
To leave for a place with,
No fear of losing you,
No fear of failing you,
No emptyness of your loss.
We are not strong enough,
To save you,
When part of you does not want,
To be saved.
We are not strong enough,
To save you,
When you will not help us,
When you will not tell us what we can do.
This is an open letter to the suicidal;
Believe.
Believe that,
For every drop of blood you shed,
A thousand tears fall,
With the pieces of our shattered soul.
Each time the blade touches your skin,
We cry out in pain,
And cannot save you,
When you ask for yet reject our help.
You smother us in your suffering,
But will not let us give you what you ask,
And we bleed from the soul,
As you bleed from the flesh.
We don't want you to go,
But you push us towards the edge,
As we try to catch you.
This is an open letter to the suicidal;
Please.

Description
This is an open letter to the suicidal;
Stop.
We are the ones you choose,
To catch you when you fall,
But we are not perfect.
Each time you slip,
We step closer,
To the edge we keep you from.
But no one will catch us;
You are the only one that hurts;
We are fine.
But it is more tempting,
Each time you slip,
To leave for a place with,
No fear of losing you,
No fear of failing you,
No emptyness of your loss.
We are not strong enough,
To save you,
When part of you does not want,
To be saved.
We are not strong enough,
To save you,
When you will not help us,
When you will not tell us what we can do.
This is an open letter to the suicidal;
Believe.
Believe that,
For every drop of blood you shed,
A thousand tears fall,
With the pieces of our shattered soul.
Each time the blade touches your skin,
We cry out in pain,
And cannot save you,
When you ask for yet reject our help.
You smother us in your suffering,
But will not let us give you what you ask,
And we bleed from the soul,
As you bleed from the flesh.
We don't want you to go,
But you push us towards the edge,
As we try to catch you.
This is an open letter to the suicidal;
Please.