Not really a poem. a thought

I really dont care
dont care anymore
everytime the window shuts,
so does the door.

im sophicated, dying.
i dont know how to breath.
everytime my pain comes in,
my sanity takes its leave.

maybe all of them are right.
maybe im better off dead.
all of the things they told me
have forever stayed in my head.

dont stay anymore
dont see my pain.
because my change,
just stays the same.

dont cry for me
i cry for myself.
dont miss me
while i burn in hell.