The Game

By Anonymous

 

The rave these days

Is the game they play

 

The game?

 

The game of the shining silver blade

The blade that takes the pain away

With more pain

 

Every once in awhile

On the glowing screen of a phone

On some social media site

You see people taking

Daring chances with the game of the blade

Some even gone

 

Lost their life.

Somewhere, maybe even on your street

Somebody, Someone

Is sobbing

Or just let out a sigh

A sigh as they are

Battling with the temptation

 

Soon to lose

 

That wicked blade gets its sensation

As a thick line of red appears on their thigh

 

Once again a sigh

 

The teary eyes

Belonging to that one friend

The one

 

That never stopped caring.

 

The questions asked

About the scars

The screaming reply that nobody cares.

 

You let them know that you care

You embrace them in a hug

You never stopped caring

 

Somebody
Always

             Cares.