What I do

Well, here is a interesting poem, warning, kinda creepy.

If you think you can't handle the pain
please, don't cut yourself,
Cut me instead.

If you can't Cry,
then let me
and my body cry for you.

Just take my arm,
and draw your blade
across it.

You wonder,
Why I do this
I'll tell you.

So you won't be sad anymore.
It pains me
to see others in pain.

So I take your pain
To relieve my own.
So Spill my blood to
remove both of our pains.