Cuts In My Skin

No one seems to understand,

All I want is to be loved,

I sit in my room and cut,

Little marks in my skin,

The pain tells me that I can feel,

The blood tells me that I am still alive,

No one even wants to try,

Not to even understand why,

I want to stop but I dont know how,

None of my friends want to show they care,

So here I sit,

A razor in my hand and a washcloth to catch the blood,

I am ready to die,

I feel someone stand by my side,

I turn,

My brother is by me,

He takes my hand,

Promises it is going to be okay,

THANKS TO HIM IM STILL HERE TODAY