I want to help...

He takes the knife in one hand,
Why he is doing it; I dont understand.
He holds it up to his wrist,
I hold back the tears and clinch my fist.

He pushes the metal into his skin,
Thats when my head started to spin.
He wont let me save him from that knife,
the one that could possibly destory his life.

He fliches from his very pain,
I sit silently going insane.
He lets out a releved sign,
As I feel myself starting to cry.

He looks up to see me there,
I want him to know I really do care.
He looks up to see my stare,
He turns away from my glare.