TW:SH,ED, Mention of suicide
They care,ohh they do indeed my dear.
Then tell me how they did not notice you go from happy to this why did they not question how you ditched all your tank tops for these huge baggy shirts that we both know you'd never wear.
What about all the meals you've skipped, and the wounds you've drawn on yourself. What about them. And yet you believe they care when they say they do..
But don't you think they'd be there when you were down on the bedroom floor hands clutching your stomach, tears falling out your eyes writhing in pain.
You forgot how you hadn't eaten all week and how you cried about your hair falling off.
They care,ohh sure they do ..
If they care about you then why don't they know you like me why don't they know how you torture yourself by even breathing a little too harsh, and how your ribs are bruised and your chest feels like it's on fire when you shower..
So when you belive they care then all I have to ask you is why aren't you getting better.
Why are you contemplating every night those pills in one hand and a sharp little blade in the other.
