Love hurts and so does Hate...

so what is left for me to feel?

death?

When are the cuts going to be deep enough to kill the pain i hold inside?

When will people begin to understand whats hiding behind the "im fine"?

only when vision turns red will the cut be deep enough and the people might understand

You say something and no one cares...

You do something and no one cares...

You scream No on cares...

You cut no one cares...

You bleed no one cares...

You die...

No one notices

Going home... means going somewhere where your loved and can have shelter over your head...

what if you have no where your loved?

Explaining how you feel makes the pain ten times worse, If your friends cant understand how you feel how can they expect you to forget it all and be happy?

Its like being locked in a glass box for hours on end; hearing nothing; unable to let yourself out; you see everything happening, yet your in a box of silence.