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Who cares about me?

What did I do for this toture?

Should I end it all now?

It's all my fault, isn't it?

Why me...?



These are the questions I ask

hoping to find the answers.

of people abusing, people using

I doubt you even know half.

I'm standing on the edge now

everything within my sight.

maybe I'll gather up the courage

I'll end it all tonight.



I lost my mother at the age of two

lost my father to drugs and booze.

so forever I sit, cold and lonely

but all I have, is all I love.

before I started to feel this way

life was great, I never complained.

I'm treated like I'm different

although I'm really not.



I fought this battle inside

for way too long it seemed.

I'd scream aloud, cry alone;

and take the razor to my wrist.

threatening myself was never fun

but it was the way things were done.

I went wrong, but I don't know where

can't you help me, are you even there?



There's times I can't take it anymore

times I'd wish I could run through the door.

glass peircing my skin, like it already has;

and watch everything I love fade away...



But, who cares about me...?