Today I had been joking around with the boy I like and my best friend. We were cutting boxes with x-acto knives so we were making jokes about cutting, as wrong as it is.

My best friend and I were making jokes about a 'cutting' game we had back home, that clearly never existed, and we were talking about places you would cut. She stated more obvious places, such as the arms and legs. I said that that was wrong and that you had to cut somewhere that can't be seen, somewhere you never show, and I made reference to cutting under where your shirt lays.

The boy I like looked at me, and said he finds a hard time believing me when I say I don't cut, especially after that comment.
I said that I don't cut.
He thought I said I did, and proceeded to grab my arms to check.

The scars on my arms are faint, not even noticeable unless you know where to look.
Lift up my shirt, dear. I never take my shirt off in front of people. The scars there? They're nice and fresh. Just what you were looking for.

Perhaps if you guys didn't believe ever word I said, you'd realize that every time I make a joke about suicide or cutting it isn't really a joke.
Read between the lines.