WhO iS mY bEsT fRiEnD?

As I drag the silver blade across my skin,
Blood trickles down my wrists and falls onto the water,
as i sit in this bath full of blood,
I begin to wonder why you never cared, why you never asked me what was wrong.
When was the last time you asked me if I was okay?
I am tired of being the outkast,
the one who always hides in the
back of the room.
I am tired of being un-noticed, am I unable to see?
Why cant you see whats killing me?
For you are my own mother,
am I correct?
your everything that a mother shouldnt have been.
you never listened,
you never cared,
you never shot me one glare.
you never asked me what was really there,
under this hood, of darkness and pain.
you never noticed what I was doing, you never saw it coming.
For when I finally quit breathing you\'ll ask why? why god why? why did you have to take my daughter away.
Maybe he\'ll answer to you, and he\'ll say,
you should have cared,
you should have listened,
you should have noticed what was under that long sleeved shirt.
you should have asked...
and maybe i would still be here.