Sad Girl Shit- Part 3?

Trickling down my skin,

Fresh, wet and crimson red,

Are all my insecurities,

From all the things you've never said.

Two three four-

Maybe seven more

Lines across the dirty tub

Where I sit crying on the floor.

The blade is dark and dull,

I've used it many times,

To place another scar

Neatly within those little lines.

"Oh no, I'm fine" I say,

And i see it in their eyes;

No one questions the girl,

With all the little white lies.

Disappointment floods my head,

And, you won't care again today.

Maybe you'll never notice,

Maybe you loved me yesterday?