glass box

it hurts when people cant see you screaming out for help...it hurts when you know that there are people who here for you but for some reason cant take you seriously...it like being stuck in a glass box, where you scream loudly for help, but your friends and family just walk by...they see you but don't notice, because all along you have been wearing that painted smile on your face...pretending like it all ok, and as they walk by what do you think they see...why do you think they have not stopped and helped you because that painted smile stays there...that's until you start...to cut out your soul, that piece of cold steel to your wrist...then your thighs and then your mouth...people will start to notice but when you hide it what do you think that says to you...your still screaming and people still walk by and its all because you have made up your mind today...that you don't want to be help...you just want to still keep screaming in that glass box...until you have cut your soul lifeless...from yourself...from the people you love, from that painted smile and from that glass box