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.

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?

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

what if you have no where your loved?

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

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

Love hurts and so does Hate...

so what is left for me to feel?

death?

Dear World,

you got your wish.

Im Saying goodbye.

Love,

the one No one Cares About.

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

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

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.