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how to save a life

it is in the piece alone, that I understand
that everything
is left
if I was hermit
I would be dead
it is then
that I cry out
I have learned
to not engulf myself in the emotion
but to talk
but it is then
that if I am ignored
i will be the friend one has lost
I am the one who lingers
who wants to disappear
it is the one that people should stay with me
I know that I am needy
but without it, where would I be
it is then that I have found needy is fine
it is in this need people are willing to help
but only in voice does one recognize the issue
just hiding will cause it to further hide
and in ignoring, it causes anger
it is in there
that blood is something of a fascination
it is then that one worries
that is what i hope
but if all is lost
then what is left
is the blood
in a pool
where I fell
for the last time
unable to be picked up