Why?

He sits there, in the corner,
Lost and confused,
While I think about him,
Not knowing that I love him
He thinks he has nothing, nobody,
While all the time I’m dreaming of him,
He reaches forwards for the knife,
Knowing that nobody cares
But they do, I care.

Pushing the knife closer to his arm,
Applying pressure, hacking away,
Thinking he is nothing,
But he’s my everything.
Cutting so much he begins to fade away,
But why did I let things get this far?
If I would have told him,
He would have known,
That somebody cares.
Because I care.