You don't notice the slits on my wrists
You don't notice the sadness of my soul
You don't notice all the long sleeve shirts and wrist bands
You don't notice that the smiles are all fake
You've never noticed the cuts
You've never noticed that I'm not happy
You've never noticed that what you're doing is hurting me
You've never noticed I wished I wasn't alive
Don't you know I'm depressed
Don't you know that's why I slit my wrist?
Don't you know that I don't want to have to go through this anymore?
Don't you know I'd rather be dead?
Do you understand why?
Do you even care?
Do you understand why I hate you?
Do you even feel that I can't stand you?
