Seems like no one cares.

If i live or die why would it matter and who would cry.
Maybe it is for the best.
No one knows what i go through at home,
And even in life.
I ran away and tried to kill myself once and i had feelings about doing it again but i wont because i found the one and only man of my dreams.
He keeps me happy and not feeling blue.
My body rolls when i see something i can hurt myself with.
I cut my legs a few times and all i seen was blood coming down to me feet.
Tears started falling and than i started balling.
I didn't know what to do.
I stayed up that night crying so hard.
the next morning i went to school my eyes were so puffy i had the biggest headache.
I didn't no what to do that night the only thing that stopped me was my sister Marena.