Round the merry-go-round

You cry, you bleed, you hurt. You beg, you scream, you yell. Come to me when chances are too high and the risks are unbearable. The advice I give, you listen then shrug off. You call me your friend but you tell me you want to slice your wrists. All I can do is sit back and watch your blood dribble down the sleeves of your shirt. I try to speak,  but you refuse to hear the words that are coming out of my mouth. I'm exhausted of your so called horrible life. You have created this hell for yourself and are in such denial and refusual that you can't even attempt to back out. I count to ten and try to help you once again, but in the end your screwing me as much as you screwed yourself. Your selfish deeds need to come to a hault. With all the words of spitting up blood... for crying out loud just STOP! You need to take a mirror and take a good hard look at yourself.  You went from something I once admired to a nasty work of distortment. When will you see the terror your doing to everyone including me. And round and round we go when it will stop no one knows...