Please hear what im not saying

Please hear what I'm not saying
these feelings deep inside
I need a friend to lean on
someone in whom I can confide.

These feelings are like the glass
cutting deep into my skin
releasing the hidden pain
that I hold within.

The blood seeps down my arm
as do the tear's down my cheeks
all the pain is released
from the past few weeks.

Mommy comes into the room
the glass drops from my hand,
She asks me why I did it,
I said "you just don't understand"

Walking down the halls
feeling stress relieved,
I tell her what had happened,
and the reaction I received,

"How could you do this?"
the words spilled from her lips
the anger in her eyes
could have set fire to a million ships.

The pain is still here with me
as are the scars I hold,
but many secrets still lie within,
all of which have gone untold.

I wish people could understand
all the hurt that is within,
but even when the questions asked
I reply with a sin.

When asked if I'm OK
and if things are "cool" with me,
all I can think of is the glass,
and flowing from my arm that dark red sea.

My mind is constantly wondering
I am full of hate,
people can't help me now
its just.. too late.

Its confusion driving me now,
they're all the same,
Every single one of them,
they're all to blame.

No one can stop me,
from the things that i do
this new found way
that I'm sure to pursue

If you dig deep enough
through the pain and the hate
you will find my heart
but as I said... its just too late.

Don't try to stop me now
because you didn't care before,
I've walked into a cold dark room
to never again open the door.

*to all the people out there who just understand*