No one can relate to a cutter

As i watch my crimson tears fall to the floor
from the slits on my arm,
i remember i time
where i was so Innocent to harm,
back before you were ever mine.
i was so blind to what i should have seen.
the hatred, the sadness, awaiting me.

no one can relate to a cutter that has been through so much pain,
no one can relate to the horror,
of not wanting to see another day.
until they let the knife take them in,
digging deeper and deeper within their skin.
draining out all the sadness they feel at that moment.
wishing the cutter could reach to that feeling and hold it.

walking through the halls i see the faces of those horrid things,
that live for the moment, of punishing me.
sitting alone in the back of the class,
closing my eyes, pretending the ground was grass.
so i could think i was anywhere but there.
so i could avoid everyone's judging stare.
people laugh as i walk by.
not even noticing my silent cry.
that at any moment or any time,
i would go to deep and shortly die.

no one can relate to this cutter, all gutted and weak,
no one can relate to the sadness,
of not wanting to eat.
until they except their fate and take the blade in.
sinking so low as to blaming the cat.
you mock as i walk by...can you not laugh at that?