These Cuts (fixed)

For all the times of deep depression
A cut or more is what is left
All because there is no one to talk to
Not even my family i can talk to
Because they just won't understand

What makes it tougher is
That family is half he reason these cuts exist
When family pick on you because your different
There really is no where to turn to
Especially when your 'friends' don't care how you feel

I would be better if I just died
To teach them all a lesson
That someone's life is precious no matter what they do or what they look like
The only thing to stop me from doing that
Are my really good friends, whom i don't want to hurt

These cuts, the ones that show the trauma of my life
I keep hidden under my sleeve
Until the day I just don't care anymore
These cuts, the ones hidden inside my chest for an eternity
Until someone can come along and heal them

These cuts...
The ones on my arm...
Come and go... and leave scars behind...
All because no one cares, or wants to be there......