I know I...

I know I could cry,
while it's cutting me up inside.
And I know I could run,
with no place left to hide.

I know I could face it,
and try to forget this past.
And I could stop trying,
because I know nothing could last.

I know I mean nothing,
and I don't matter to you.
I know that I was never cared for,
I know I've just been used.

I know deep breathing doesn't help a thing,
And I know I can't just scream.
I just want to rid this guilt,
and pretty much rid every other feeling.

I wish that you could care,
and that I could too.
But I'm so used to being used,
by stupid people like you.

I wish I could look in a mirror,
and see something other that what you see.
I wish I could be cared for,
be anyone except me.

But it's okay I've dug my grave, and now I'm here to stay.
I really do miss you,
even though you don't miss me anyway.