No Wrong Answer

They ask me all these questions,
But all I do is sit and stare,
They say they're trying to help me,
And pretending as if they care.

They don't don't know why I did,
But they say they want it to end,
And they keep asking me all these questions,
Over and over again.

I still refuse to speak,
Afraid that it won't come out right,
So when I'm supposed to be sleeping,
I cry all through the night.

I reach for the blade,
My long-time comfort,
That I've used for so long,
To ease the hurt.

No one seems to get it,
They don't know my pain,
They think I've lost my mind,
That I've gone insane.