Blood and Tears

I see happy people all around me
Laughing with their friends
Making fun of emo kids but not knowing about me

They say why do people cut
They don't get it
Some people's life hurts so much
They cut to endure physical pain instead of mental

People always say sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me
I guess they've lived a perfect life then
Words hurt more than anything

Tears spill out of my eyes
I think one more time then i'll stop
that never happens though
pretty soon i see blood all over my wrists

Scars appear
i wear bracelets to cover them up
playing volleyball i get yelled at for wearing them
i say i can't take them off
sometimes i cry to make them stop
i can't tell them

i feel like nobody is there for me
i lose friends everyday
people call me fat or ugly
and talk behind my back
they call me names

they don't know how it feels
not to know when they'll ever feel loved
so i keep it up
covering up the scars
pretending to be happy
at night mixing blood and tears.