You see me on the floor crying,
wrists all bloody.
you walk in and just stand there,
with this look on your face,
a disgusted look.
then you say "SHUT UP! your fine"
i start to cry even more,
because i know you don't care.
so that makes me want to cut,
cut deeper into my wrists.
four weeks later...
you see me again,
in the bathroom,
this time in the bathtub.
you just scream when you see me,
lying there lifelessly.
the bathtub full of blood.
you say to yourself,
"why did she kill herself?"
then it hits you,
YOU NEVER CARED!!!
