My Reply to a friend

There was a time where I was on my own,
a time where I wanted to die or disappear.
This is a dark place I would rather not return to,
but now it has returned to haunt my friends.

I love my friends,
they are the people who protect me from bullies.
We might as well be sisters,
nothing ever stands between us or even could.
A while back,
I learned just what happens behind my back.

Two friends confided with me a secret to be kept silent,
that at night they cry and cut,
they cut themselves with whatever they can have.
One wrote love in her hand with glass.

Both feel unloved and hurt,
I wish they could only see what I see.
I tell them I love them,
but they never believe my truths.

They promise me they will stop,
but I see their cuts on their wrists.
I am scared for them,
scared that I will soon be crying in the arms of a friend,
crying for a friend who took their life.

I do not want to be there,
loosing one of them would be painful.

I write this and I cry,
I cry not for myself but for them.
While they cry themselves to sleep,
I cry for them out of worry.
Loosing them is too much pain,
it brings me to the time.

I once wanted to die,
I hated myself in every possible way.
wanting to drown myself or cut.
I was too afraid and never did,
no regrets have ever graced me.
I tell them what I once was,
but I can not help them.

The reason I write this,
one friend showed me her heartbreaking poem,
a poem of hurt and hate.
I write this to reply,
to show them that I will forever love them,
that no matter how worthless they feel,
I will always love them.

Just like my own sister.
<3