GRIPPED IT AND PULLED

The other day my friend gave me his hand

I gripped it and pulled

But it was torn

My hand, it was torn

And so he, he felt the blood and looked me in the eye

He said NO

But it was too late

I screamed and screamed and screamed

Tears befell my eyes, i said let go i said LET GO

He didn't,

Fingerless on the ground i said,

I cannot walk with ease

I cannot tread and please

I SAID i CANNOT stare into the sea and try to stay afloat

Please hush,

Watch your gaze your steps,

You are going to hurt them

You don't know of the shears in their skin

True, I don't have any climb left for this

But there is no other time for this

And there is another side to this

Maneuver a jug from crimps,

For me,

Be the drug amiss.

Grasping my decapitated finger he cried NO

It is never too late!

The beginning is the ending,

Don't you see your fall made you STOP BEGGING?

You cannot walk with ease

You cannot tread and please

So DON'T stay afloat but never STOP LOOKING

Please talk,

Your intent is to be heard miles so your

Throat becomes scratched and skin burns to be unfelt.

And then,

Letting go my index h-he said,

An edge isn't meant to smear and a jug cannot become of crimps,

For YOU,

Be the ledge to fear.

And my friend he,

He c-cut off his finger and laughing,

Stitched it unto the gap of my hand

See? He said

Now you're complete

Shocked I said no but

what about you and he

Now, I am too