Whats it to you

U don't notice me at all
did you the other day
did u notice my hidden arms that day
but what u did notice is my cuts on my arms
but what hurt me the most is not the face u didn't notice me
or that u did notice
but the fact that u said it aloud
to a group of people
people undeserving to know
my dirty little secret
my lie
and my truth
u hurt me so bad
i wanted to cry
you apologized
u said it just slipped out
but what slipped out could of been held back
u tore me apart a while back
u tore up my heart
u wanted to get out of my life
well u did
then u entered back like a butterfly flying so heavenly
but my life means nothing to you
so whats it to you what i do
it seems to me as though you care
even though i know u'd never share