Scars to my life

I hold the knife high 
I stare at it and start to cry 
My arms marked with lines
From the previous times

No-one can tell
That I've been through hell
I feel like I've done a crime 
For not telling anyone this time 

I cry to my friends and say that I need you
But they say they think I'm lying too

My life's a open book
But everyone I tell I seem to get a certain look

Of pity and shame 
And I wonder if there's anyone to blame

For the way I cry every day
And for the reason why I'm this certain way

Even though all I do is cry 
I know I'm not ready to say goodbye 

But I'm not going to let them make me sacrifice my life
And I know I will strive 
For who I want to be
And I am already that because I'm me.