Who cares?

I don't know why i feel like this,
but i cant stand all this pain,
everynight i turn to my knife,
its the only thing that keeps me sane.

somehow i still cry tears for you,
and i just cant seem to let go,
but it doesn't matter anymore,
because you don't love me this i know.

my heart and soul are torn,
my breath and tears just burn,
i just want to lay down and die,
to live with the pain, i learn.

but i just want to give up on it all,
so i decided to pick up the knife,
and remember all the pain,
as this will be the last day of my life.