Cry for Help

I feel the blood running down my arm
A pain I'm so used to

It started with just a scratch,
Maybe a mark or two

But it got worse

Now no matter what I do
I can't stop

I can't tell people I'm like this
I don't want to be labeled a freak

But it's my life
And they should know

The pain from my arms
Is just a cry

I really want out

I really want to stop

But when I started
I never knew I couldn't get out

I'm too weak to ask for help
And if you ask I won't tell

This is a problem I need to stop
But I can't do it on my own
Yet I won't let help in