STOP Cutting Poem

I'm sorry to hear about your friend, no matter when it happened. I had the same thing happen when I went to visit my cousin, and she was actually trying to commit suicide, but I got there too late to stop her, and she died while I was holding her without any idea what to do. I really can't say much, I'm a writer myself, and an on-and-off cutter. I don't want to sound insensitive, but maybe there was a good reason for what happened, because tonight this poem made me realize just how much I was about to hurt everyone. Thank you for writing it, even though you couldn't have known it would ever help anyone.

Let me first say how sorry I am that your friend couldn't help himself. I had a friend like this. He had a lot of problems, he was anorexic, an ex heroin addict, and a cutter. We had three of two things in common. We always talked about stopping but his mind was gone a month before he died. He wasn't himself. He cut too deep and he was gone before New Years. He was one of my best friends, and he was only one of my best friends I've lost to suicide that I've witnessed.