I Cry Out, But No One Hears

I live in a world filled with emotional pain
No one hears my silent screams
So no one helps

I cry out,
"help me, I'm killing myself"
but no one hears,
no one cares.

On my arm, there are these scars.
Deep, wide and red.
Locked beneath each of them, is a meaning, a hidden memory i block out with pain.

I cry out,
but no one hears,
no one cares.

I fake a smile, and a laugh, i must not show that im dying inside. No one must know that i hate myself.
No one must know that i cry.

I cry out for help,
but no one hears,
no one cares.

"Your cutting, i know you are."
she says one day
"You don't realize that you cutting your arm is leaving scars on my soul. You must stop!"

I cried out,
someone heard,
someone cares.

The scars are healed,
except for one. I stopped the rest,
but one i must keep. It is the only way to fix what is broken, the only way to mend my shattered heart.

I'm crying out!
No one hears,
no one cares.

I need help, not for a while, but
forever. I need someone to help fix the pain and put my heart back together.