why do you cut?

"Why do you cut",
The same freaking question,
Everytime someone finds my scars,
They treat me like im crazy,
Some kind of psicopath.

I reply the same thing everytime,
"Why do you care? If you did you would
Notice my lifeless eyes,
My broken heart and bags under my eyes,
From crying myself to sleep at night".

I turn around and walk away,
But this time a hand stops me,
I look back and see... tears?
'How could it be?'

"Dont you think i notice your swollen eyes,
Your  dull green eyes, once bright?"
I feel warm arms embrace me.

Unsure of what to do,
I push away,
"No", you say sternly,
Hugging me back,
I finaly give in the hug and sob quietly
"Thank you", i whisper,
Passing out in his arms.