He doesent even care

He doesent even,
that i contimplate cutting my wrist,
he doesent even care,
when he's not with me i feel this,
he doesent even care that im all alone,
he doesent even care that he leaves me in a deserted home,
he doesent take the time out,
to makesure im ok,
instead he shakes his head,
and slowly walks away,
he doesent even care that i cry at night,
with all the stress im under,
i wonder if im alright,
its like he cannot see,
that im so upset,
why, and how,
are always under my breath,
i guess it doesent matter,
if he doesent care then neither do i,
why do i care anyways?
it doesent matter what i feel,
i freak out over nothing?
but to me, its so big,
iv been like this all my life,
so why be happy now,
so here,
il smile for you,
paint my ugly face,
and you can stair at my mask,
the veryone i displace,
because it just doesent matter,
and i really dont care,
its really not so bad,
il just go back to pretending im not here!