SAVE HIM!!!
He's home again from the mental house
scared is what she was, like a mouse...
she strolls in to find him covered in new shed blood.
Thoughts dwelling all around,
where could she go?
can she get out to look for a comforting place
that would keep her safe until he was sent back?
where could she go?
could she get out?
friends try to help, inviting her home,
hoping that she'll cope...
for a while it helps
until she reaches home and he's barely standing on his own.
She runs as fast as she can
and falls down waiting in vein for her only friend to pick up the phone
whilst wrestling him for the knife in his hands.
No doubt she loves him
she just wishes that he'd fill her wounds with cream...
as young as what she was and not as old as he
she raises him and he races for the blades....
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