They sit there and make jokes about cutting in the corner...
they sit there and joke about people committing suicide...
yet they see the scars and the tears and the pain your in...
but do not care that when they joke they are making fun of you...

The looks and laughter hurt more than words..

"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

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.