• Should I even care anymore?
    I'm already dying,
    On the bathroom floor.
    The blood that once was rushing,
    Through my veins,
    Is now spilling,
    From my wrists.
    Do you realize this isn't a game
    Anymore, is it?
    This is serious, this is real.
    But you're not even curious,
    About how I feel.
    So, I'm bleeding,
    But it's not bothering me.
    It's the sorrow inside,
    That's killing me.
    It's the lack of attention,
    And love that I need.
    That's making me sick,
    That's making me do all of this...