Showing these scars

You keep giving me the awkward stare
every time i walk near you its way to much to bare

and this has happened ever since that winter day
at the kitchen table i drank this coffee away

i had on my brothers old coat, and over my wrist about a thousand hair bands
just to cover the scars made from the knifes demands

you took them off and laughed telling me it'd cut off my circulation
i said OK and hid my arm beneath the table without anticipation

your eyes began wonder why i hid it so fast
it was just because if you heard my story i was afraid your heart wouldn't last

then you replied let me see that wrist
pointing at it i wondered if you new i had been put on the suicide list

you flipped my arm over to see the other side
i had promised last it'd never happen again but at the time i knew id lied

quiet the room got as your eyes met mine
hoping there was something to get me out of this, one riddle or rhyme

but nothing i thought as your eyes filled with tears
nothing escaped my mouth i couldn't explain my fears

"i have to go school" i exclaimed praying it had happened never
"we need to talk" you said i knew i couldn't get away with this for you were to clever

but i walked to the table and grabbed my things
i felt your eyes burn through me wishing i could fly away with long wings

i looked toward the ground as my mind swayed with pain
as my feet walked across the floor i knew this was no game

i wanted you to turn away
to stop looking at me every single day

for every day id get off the bus
walking inside with a lecture and fuss

but i couldnt stand this one last fight
i wanted to fade and see the light

so still my thoughts are waiting for the end...

...i was just wondering is there a knife you'd be willing to lend?

...please comment and vote~!