People ask me why?

People ask me why?
And I say to ease the pain,
But no matter how much I cut myself,
My life remains the same.

People don't understand,
'Cause they only see the marks upon my skin,
They don't really know or care,
About what goes on within.

People think I'm strange,
But it's the only way I cope,
In a life filled with loneliness,
And very little hope.

People never seem to grasp,
Exactly what I'm going through,
Some do try to help,
But there is nothing they can do.

People never realise,
That when the blood starts to flow,
If only or a second,
The pain seems to go.

People don't like to know,
So I mostly hide what I do,
It makes people uncomfortable,
It's just best to keep my cuts from view.

People never notice,
They never see my sorrow,
They don't know how much it takes,
Just for me to see tomorrow.

People go about their lives,
Like nothing is really wrong,
I wonder if they'd notice,
If I was gone.