"i read once that the only philosophical question that matters, is whether or not to commit suicide... I guess that makes me a philosopher. "

-Walter Sparrow

How can you crave to be alone and yet alone is the only thing you ever feel

Im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine.
im fine... maybe one of these times i will actually mean it
im fine.
im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine. im fine.

... just not yet

The house is nice, the food is nice, my things are nice, but having no one to love you makes everything else seem like nothing...

Silence in a room; you leave the silence goes away;
your crying in a room alone; someone comes in you stop;
they say they must have gone to the wrong room and leaves; you cry again you cant stop; your arms begin to cry red you become silent

You do the work they get the credit
you make a mistake that is your last one to make
you say your sorry and your ignored
you cut and no one sees
you bleed no one cleans
you die .... why should anyone care now?

A house full of people; laughing in every room; smiles on every face; but there you sit... alone, crying, sobbing, wiping the tears from your eyes, and feeling so alone.

the best part is ... no one notices.

So what am i supposed to do when do when im home with family and "happy" yet being home makes me feel home sick?

People see you hiding in the corner and Dont Care
People hear you crying in the corner and dont care
People see your wrists and Dont Care
Your Gone no one cares
you sit there and watch as you cry silently

Dear World,

you got your wish.

Im Saying goodbye.

Love,

the one No one Cares About.