Listen

The pain makes our life real. The scientists can say what they want about our "condition" but they won't ever know. The ones that don't wnt trention. The ones that just want to be heard. To know that we are loved no matter what, that we are not judges in our actions. We want you to know, to understand our feelings are not science. That testing only goes so far before you realize you can't put our mind set to computers. LISTEN. You'll learn a lot.
Some of us are to numb, and when we put blade to flesh we may feel pain, relief or even happiniess. By we do it to feel somethings, anything. Feel ad know that life is real and still around us. To have at least one thing in our lives be real. To see our life flow out of us and wonder if we are wasting it. You say we are, but are we? We're still here. Are they wanting us to die? Suggesting that we are not worth the blood that flows freely from our veins.
In ways we want to be heard. But are to afraid to speak. To get help is to have our lives fall apart more. To me, I got worse when my parents knew. They were not mean, but to understanding... To cautious. They treated me like maybe I was insane or even a bomb ready to explode. Eventually they just forgot. Never minded after that. Maybe it just all played out wrong
Getting help is hard and sometimes it is required. Please all we need it for someone to listen. But we know you, you can't expect us to tell you, a stranger why. Let use know you care that you truly want to hear us. Most of you forget. That's something that we can't forgive. You are supposed to listen and help. Instead you forget. Of course you should have an excuse ready, but we know the truth. We know it everytime our bodies leak scarlet liquid. Oh and by the way telling us we will loose our friends as a last resort doesn't help us. You never called me back after that... That was when I needed you the most
In our heads we scream for help, for understanding. No one can hear it, not even our friends. The pain lives inside, almost leaking out. Can't stop the hurt, can't block the tears. We try and we try but the weakness is clear. In our world we do not speak, for we will not be understood our friends will yell and they will slap us right across the face. They don't see past the scars that cross cross like railway tracks.

Just try to hear us; if you can. Try a little to understand. We can't help the pain without you. Just need to know we are not alone. Try and see it as we do. The life we have is not in use
From someone like them