They as me if I'm okay
They just don't understand
I say I'm perfectly fine and walk away
While I blame the marks on wristbands
People ask about my life
They don't know I cry almost every night
When sometimes I wish i had a knife
Just hoping my future will be bright
But people don't ask when i cry
They must not hear me when I yelp
And somtimes I wonder if they will care if I die
I guess they just don't know im crying out for help
