The Truth

I have never really, truly seen the fear and hurt in a cutters eyes. The stories their eyes and wrists tell. It makes me wonder if anyone saw the pain, the hurt in my eyes.I wonder if anyone saw the hopelessness. I wonder if anyone thought to ask if I was alright. I wonder if anyone thought to pull me aside and try to help, or if they tried to see behind the mask, to the girl I really am: Or rather the girl I was!
I wish they would have taken my hand and told me everything would be okay in the end. Or maybe I was or still am completely invisible. Maybe they could have saved me from myself. Maybe they would have walked away leaving me to cut deeper, die a little more inside. I guess you can't really imagine the pain when everyday lasts a life time. every individual scar tells a story to be forever kept on the skin of the writer. A memory never to be forgotten. But then there are the people who save you from the darkness!
I guess you can say the few minimal good friends I had saved me. If you take into the consideration it took them to forgive. There is my best guy friend, he has amazing taste in music. this guy reminds me everyday to be strong and that my story is worth telling i guess you can say he is my inspiration. I also happen to be hopelessly in love with him! Then there is my bestest friend in the whole wide world I can tell her anything. SHe may not be happy about it at first but she is always there when i need her to be. This girl is the one person who would never judge, who no matter what would always be there. She happens to be my inspiration too. Then there seems to be the girl I mentioned who I have tried to save over and over again. The girl I love to death but I am afraid she is bringing me down. She just doesn't care anymore. I just don't know how to help her anymore!
So....
Love,
Kyra