Why

Why do i have to be the one
going through this hell
why cant they see my hurt
and help me through
why am i so messed up
why do i cut
why do i drink
why do i do drugs
why don't they see the scares on my arms
why cant they see the bottles under my bed and in my room
why don't they smell the smoke on me
why don't they notice me?

when will they understand
how can they if even i don't
but if they love me they should know
my friends knew without me telling them
why cant they too??
if only they knew

Why????