I have scares on my left arm.

I have 4 scares on my left arm.
It only happened this past year.
From the family pictuers lineing the halls,
Yes, we look happy but you don't know the story.

After my Grandma died I was and still am just lost.
I tryed to talk to my mommy and daddy but they just yelled and scremed.
Then next my brother, I thought everything would be out on the table.

No one would listion I felt no one cared.
So the one thing that poped in my head was suicide.
I thought from up above I could see all that really cared.
So I took a blade and cut.
"Oh my god, what have I done?"
First words that left my mouth.

For then I heaed for my brother to tell him what had happened.
He didn't belive me and just walked away.
I could hear him laughing through the walls.
Once again the feeling returned.

I only told one person.
For she belived me she WAS my friend.
But the feeling never left it was there on my wrist.
For than 3 more times had happened.

For than I told another.
She is my friend she can help I thought and she did.
They thought that a teacher could help me more.
So Mr. Lab came in and called home.

An hour talk they had gave me.
It didn't help they still hated me.
It never happened again but the scares.
I still hide them, for every day I cover them with mack up.

Now I know how many people love me.
For it's only my friends.
I can never thank them enough.
But I can't even talk to many.

I don't mind the world knowing.
I just wnat that love.
That only a mommy and daddy can give.
That daddys little girl bond that never ends.

For now I don't want them to walk me down the aile on my wedding.
I just want them to walk my down the path of life.
Portacting me from evil and love me like no other.

But the feeling, it IS still there.