Scars

Every word,
another scar,
Some people say I cut for attention,
Attention is the last thing I want,
I tell them I've got my reasons,
But what they don't know is,
They are the reason I cut,
I walk the halls and people talk,
Their harsh words cut in deep,
Don't they know what they're doing,
Every word they say is another scar on my wrist.