They dont understand

To feel this way inside,
To feel the need to hide,
When all you want is to go home,
Be left forever alone.

But people don't understand,
Why i take this knife with my hand,
Watch the blood pour down my arm,
While i sit and try to keep calm.

To be hated by everyone around,
To be kicked when your already down,
To want the pain to stop,
To hold on for so long and then drop.

To feel frightened but nobody cares,
To be broken,
As they pass by and just watch you lye there.

To have no real friends,
They say they are but they only pretend,
To be lent a shoulder to cry on,
Or even a bed to die on.