I don't know why I expected you to care, you never do. You just get annoyed and then when I break, you wonder why I didn't say anything. You only notice the scarlet red on my arm but never wonder what was hurting me so badly it drove me to need to feel anything but that. I fucking hate myself already and you make me feel this this way. It doesn't matter if I'm physically sick or mentally sick, you just don't care. When the day comes that I finally don't think of your feelings over mine and make this pain end, I hope that you remember these moments and feel the pain of the guilt because there was something you could have done to stop it , you could have cared about me the way I cared about you.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
