Hurting

I cry myself to sleep at night, wondering...
Does anyone care?
Dose anyone care that I am hurting?

You look at me and think im ok,
But on the inside I am hurting more than you will ever know,
You think you know me,
But you only know the fake me,
The real me is someone you wouldn’t even recognize.

You see the scars on my arms,
And I see the look on your face,
But you just ignore it.

Why?
Do you not care anymore?
I used to tell you everything,
And now....
And now you are someone who would rather watch me suffer,
Than try to help me through this.