Sometimes

Sometimes I look in the mirror,
And wonder who it is staring back at me.
Who is this girl?
Does she know what she's doing?
Does she know who she's hurting?
Does she care?
No.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night,
And sit still as the tears roll down my face.
What am I doing with my life?
Do I deserve to have this much love?
Am I hated?
Do I care?
No.

Sometimes I look around at all the people I see,
And anger boils up inside of me as i think of our relationships.
Why are they still here?
Are they lying to me?
Do they realise how much they're hurting me?
Do they care?
No.