SI, Pt. 2

I come home and see her in the door.
I’m pleased to find that she’s not dead.
I see the scars and she cries on the floor.
She looks at me and then she said…
    “I need the release.”
She tells me that she’s doing her best.
I buy her new sox because they’re all stained red.
She feels lazy but she needs her rest.
She said she’s sorry but then she said…
    “It makes the pain cease.”
I confront her and say “it’s alright.”
I always calm her down before bed.
She tries to explain to me at night.
But I died inside when she said…
    “It gives me some piece.”
Stop for me.
Stop for yourself.
Stop for me.
Stop for us, please.
Please don’t ask me not to tell.
Let me get you the help you need.
We grow apart with each drop that fell.
You cut me too each time you bleed.