"another unheard…"

Tell me
does it hurt more
to be the cuts on my heart
or to see the cuts on my skin.
Well let me tell you,
the cuts on my skin are nothing
compared to the despair that fills me,
the deep wounds of a heart.
You tell me to not be stupid
to not hurt myself
to never do it again,
but you don't listen when I tell you
to be fair
to not hurt me…
you hurt me more than I could ever hurt myself.
So tell me what happens
if I cut, if I hit that vein, if I die,
is it your fault or mine?
I've already died inside.