From Me To You

Everyday I fake a smile.

I haven't had a friend in a while.

Yes I self harm. So what if I do?

It won't be as funny when the joke's on you.

Cuts, blood, and bruises are all I ever see.

I never get a second glance. Don't look at me.

I'm scared, broken, and scarred for life.

I have no friends, other than my knife.

I look down at the mess I've made.

I look back up, the colors start to fade.

My body goes limp, hitting the floor.

I feel like nothing, no longer sore.

I lay and wait while my life flashes before my eyes.

Everyday, you listened to my cries.

You could have helped. I didn't have to end.

If only you were there for me. If only you were my friend