.:♥:. What To Do .:♥:.

Not much to say tonight, I had a post all thought out, but I'll save that for another time. This is a poem I got today in my e-mail from a friend:

the first time i cut it was great. the feeling of the blade slicing into your skin
it felt like all the pain that was draining from that also drain out
then when you pass out it feels like you finally got what u wanted and when you wake up you do it again and again and can't stop this feeling you get. its like an addiction that will never end its like once u start its so hard to stop.

the scars on my arms appear every day

the scars on my arms are with me to stay

to serve as a reminder the pain i receive

even though the world lives on is hell i believe

as the world goes on i live in a dark life

to end all the pain should i use that blade

again or just keep fighting this inside me

to never know is there something to gain

can i set myself free all this misery

or shall i remain drowning in this pain

no matter which pain the eternal scars remain

whats the point of living whens everything is a mess

everything is going wrong and i have nothing to live for

i try and try to make sense of everything thats going on in

my life but its not going as plan i fight and fight until my last

breath so i cut my wrist and watch the blood drain from my veins

the last thing i remember was how happy i was all i no is to get out of this place as i called hell

i finally got what i wanted and it was death


wow, huh?
Honestly this breaks my heart, it really truly does. She needs to know that she is loved.
How would you respond to someone who is so clearly broken? What steps would you take?
All I know is start with the simplest step, and that is to love as Christ did.
Take a moment and pray for someone you know who is hurting, or even pray for my friend up there.