When the truth is Suicide

I have this friend that has some problems
that I feel I can do nothing about
part of her wants so bad to live
the other part does not
she seems to feel that everything
is out to get her somehow
but when she talks of ending life
it tears me up inside

my friend has tried to help
so many of her other friends
so much that she's been severely hurt
so much that's it's hard to mend
i want so bad to be able to say
that I know how it feels
part of me wants to give her everything
the other part wants to run and hide

we all were born
we all will die
that we can not change
but when someone wants out
of this game that we call life
it's hard to stand by and watch
because you feel
like you have been ripped apart
from the inside out

when we met she seemed so happy
so full of life she seemed
i do not know what happened since
to change her so so much
i wish that I could help her
i don't want her to die
because the truth is so much harder to take
when the truth is suicide.