You saw my wrists...

You saw my wrists today
bleeding, so alive, so painful
you saw my wrists today
and acted like you didn't see any thing
you really don't care, do you?
both children of yours tried to commit suicide
and you really don't care, do you?
you saw my wrists again today
and wondered how so much blood
could escape from such a little body
you wondered how I'm still alive
you don't care that I am,
it just confuses some one with such little knowledge of the topic..
remember those days when you'd come home
and wonder why we were low on pills?
does it make sense to you at all now?
some times I really think you're gonna change
for my sake
but an hour later it's the same routine
and you wonder where the razors disapear to...
it's amazing how quickly skin can dull a blade
you've heard me cry myself to sleep
night after night
for so long now
why doesn't it all make sense to you yet?
maybe it will when it's too late
when I'm dead
because as I sit here writing this
I think about how you're gonna
see my wrists again tomorrow
bleeding, so alive, so painful
and I think about how you wont care