Every Cruel Word

Cut me with a cheap blade,
Cut me for every minute that fades.
Cut me because there is no other way,
Cut me for everything they say.

I'm sick of going around in circles,
And smiling to cover up the scars.
I want people to accept me for who I am,
And to ignore the unusual marks.

People judge me because of the marks on my arm,
And think I'm mental because I'm a victim of self-harm.
They don't understand why it's not easy to stop the tears,
And why I don't just "get over my fears".

They seem to think it's all an act,
But if they only knew they would take it all back.
Only a few people know what goes on inside my head,
And these people want me alive, not dead.

For every cruel word every said,
And for every disgusted look thrown my way.
I have placed the blade upon my arm
............. And bleed the words away.