Razors (Hope)

You saw the cuts.
You told me to stop.
You said I looked heart-broken.
You said you’ve felt my pain.
You saw me sad and depresses.
You said it wasn’t worth it.
You said you were going to help.
You told me it would be ok.
You saw as my face lit up.
You hardly even know me.
And you hardly even talk to me.
So can I ask,
Why do you care so much?