Nobody

I pull out my blade
I slide it down my arm yet again
I lay back on my bed now calm
But deep down I can still hear the emotional crys

Nobody hears them but me
Nobody sees the scars but me
Why are you all so blind?
Is it that you can't hear me?
Or is it that you just don't care?

You read all these poems don't you?
So why don't you answer my crys for help?

So here I go again pulling the blade out
Slideing it down my arm yet again
But its not like you will hear my crys