I was young,
Nothing seemed wrong,
Except for the secrete I held within,
People just stared,
Never really understood,
Why all the cuts were there,
The marks just simply showed,
But no one thought that they really owed me any thing except more pain,
People made fun of me,
and still do,
They just don't understand the pain they cause,
Simply watching me cry with no one at my side,
They just walk by and laugh,
watching my ams bleed through,
The scabs break and blood shows but no one dare looks,
Just one friend knows the truth,
Running scared from me,
Simply looking at my arms in disgust,
Watching mark after mark appear,
And watching tear after tear fall,
Of that one lonely girl with the blade by her side!!
