Nobody Knows

There are so many questions
and Nobody understands.
Why there's blood on my wrists,
and glass in my hands.

Nobody watches,
as I fall on my knees.
Hoping and begging,
and asking you please.

Nobody knows,
and Nobody will.
Soon blood will be dripping,
down my windowsill.

You're the only one who knows,
about all my pain.
You'll find out more,
when I talk to you again.

I know what you're going through,
what about me?
Hopefully one day
you'll open your eyes and see.