Ironic? Maybe

Blood mixed tears run down his face
They think it's nothing
It's just a phase
No one helps him nor do they care
Thinking it's an act that's been over done

But here's the thing
It's not an act
Who cuts themselves
For fun and that's a fact
No one does, some maybe would
But not him, no, he never could

He's afraid of knives, needles, and pine trees
No guts to do it so don't doubt he
Isn't lying only telling
The truth on how he feels

His parents left him
Brother out to get him
He's on his hands and knees
He's begging me "please"
"Don't let my boyfriend know
I cheated on him"