Whisper for help *Trigger warning*

My arm is a mess of blood and scars  
My arm is a mess of wounds and lost wars  
Done to prove this is real and not a bad dream  
To control this pain and quiet my internal scream
Hardly one heals before another one bleeds  
All done to satisfy my selfish minds needs  
Not wanting to live but not wanting to die  
Wanting to jump but afraid she will fly  
Leaving her to wonder why  
Crafting a mask of lie upon lie  
Wearing long sleeves throughout all the seasons  
Remaining quiet when asked for her reasons  
Horrified and terrified that sometimes she dares to hope  
Someone will notice and care enough to say nope  
To take the blade out of my hand  
To listen and to understand  
To help me be strong enough to once again stand  
And lead me out of this no man's land  
But she doesn't blame anyone  
Because she never asks for help  
Hiding her hurt and hiding her tears  
Behind a solid rock wall of impenetrable fears
She's walking alone down life's well beaten path
In the dark, tripping and stumbling to avoid their wrath
And so she danced with death and he left for a little
But then she woke up in a hospital