Damien's Pain

This poem is one of the few non rhyming poems I've written.

I ran my fingers along his wrist
I wanted to ask why, but wouldn't that be rude?
He pulled his arm away and covered his wounds
"It's okay..." I whispered
I was new at this.. not really sure what to do
I finally got the courage to ask
"What made you cut yourself?"
And he just smiled
As he ran his nails along his arm
Drawing deep red blood to the surface
"Damien, please don't do that" I begged
But he pushed his nails harder into his skin
I quickly run to summon help
And when we returned, there he was
But now, he was running his nails
Along his face