Care

Never see poems of love and care
I'm always kind of hopeful that they'll be there
I feel so offended I don't know why
I'm sitting here writing as I cry

I obviously don't mean that much
You've never yearned for my touch
Tears splashing on the keyboard
Blood splashing on the carpeted floor

Sick inside, feel so sad
Normal feelings of awful bad
Silently crying, silenty dying
Silently cutting, silently lying

On my bed there is no escape
The hole of anger it does wait
Enfolds me like a darkened sheet
Begins to wrap round me from my feet