Jsut because my parents stoped caring, doent mean i need some to take there place, i am ok alone

You can say you care
but i wont believe
from this world
i'll soon leave

The little girl who always played with dolls
but secretly made cuts along their wrists
behind that fake exposure
shes just another a suicide for the list

*+From my poem, finding the princess with cuts along her wrists.+*

{ALone} and unloved By tHe oneS i *used* tO loVe .:MOsT:.

My [BlaCkenEd] heart
My torn up *Skin*
To me S u i c i D e
will >never< be a _s_i_n_

~*Look into my eYes*~
then [look] at my arm
i Just Want -you- to know,
You Caused my *sElf* HaRm

The mirror is mY (enemy)
The Razor BlAdE is my *friend*
People who \"care\" are [liars]
>My LIfe iM GoIng To ~end~

CutS Can -heal-
Life *may* change
~but My pAiN~
will never [fade]

.:'forever'::. is the longest, most [painful] thing when the only place you can go is ""DOWN""

{what}do you do when the one you *love* and .:treasure:. most thinks you dont [love] her?