She was wondering how long this ache would last.
This beautiful young girl I barely know
Was left locked away, utterly alone.
She was so ashamed and afraid!
And I fear I left her reaching out
Without anything stable to hold on to.

She was shaking harder now too,
Last I saw her. Scared each breath was her last,
Consumed in memories long ago blacked out.
I told her everything that I know.
I was young like her and equally afraid
And I told her my secrets while we were alone.

I said that that the sight of blood running down my arm, alone
In my bedroom, shaking too,
Was all I needed. But I was suddenly afraid,
Remembering when I saw her last.
The number of scars told what me what I should know.
That she was deeper in pain then she could let out.

She had told me she wanted a way out,
But I assumed like me that she would be okay alone.
After all, she’d always had the strength to say no
To things I’d often gave in to.
Neither of us wanted this to last,
But in the end she was a bit more afraid.

I knew how she felt and I was afraid
Of what I was going to find out
Someday soon. The phone rang at last
And it’s sudden hollow ring, alone,
Made me cry a little too
Hard. I was told what I already know.

I have told you now, and this is all that I know
Of a beautiful young girl who was so afraid
Like me. And I admit that I died a little too.
She had begged me to help her get out
But in the end I left her to die alone
Hoping she’d be okay and her pain wouldn’t last.

I think this letter will be my last and then I will leave you alone.
I know you are just as afraid for me and I’m happy
To be loved but I think I need to find a way out now too.