I took my jacket off, showed my arm to the world...
you chose to look away, you ask about the cut on my finger but not the ones that cover my wrist.

just ask about it... make me tell you... I want you to know

When someone jokes about loving me, i begin to see how much i dont have. i desire the lies so that i can avoid the truth.

i live for love lies.

Dont tell me that when your with her she makes you so happy. dont tell me that when you talk to me you worry about me and it upsets you. because if you really cared i would be the one making you happy.

I dont want to hear that you miss me when you have a girl your moving in with.
I want to hear that you love me and want me instead.

But you will never go back to that day where you told me i was the only one for you.

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.

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