You do the work they get the credit
you make a mistake that is your last one to make
you say your sorry and your ignored
you cut and no one sees
you bleed no one cleans
you die .... why should anyone care now?

Silence in a room; you leave the silence goes away;
your crying in a room alone; someone comes in you stop;
they say they must have gone to the wrong room and leaves; you cry again you cant stop; your arms begin to cry red you become silent

The house is nice, the food is nice, my things are nice, but having no one to love you makes everything else seem like nothing...

Im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine... maybe one of these times i will actually mean it
im fine.
im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine.

... just not yet

How can you crave to be alone and yet alone is the only thing you ever feel

"i read once that the only philosophical question that matters, is whether or not to commit suicide... I guess that makes me a philosopher. "

-Walter Sparrow

The looks and laughter hurt more than words..

They sit there and make jokes about cutting in the corner...
they sit there and joke about people committing suicide...
yet they see the scars and the tears and the pain your in...
but do not care that when they joke they are making fun of you...

You tell me you want me to sit right beside you but when i say i miss you, you do not reply. You tell me you are not sure if you should love me.... but yet if i try to get an answer out of you im ignored... why so much pain?

How many times do i have to tell someone i am fine for them to see that im not?
how many nights do i have to cry myself to sleep for someone to hear me?
how many times do i have to pass the scars off as something else for someone to see im in pain?