If I died would you care?
What if I told you it was because of you.
What if I told you that I cut.
Would you try to stop me?
Would you help me?
No you wouldnt. So stop asking how I am because im sick of lying to the people I love.
If you want me to stop cutting treat me better and not like a piece of Shit.
Help me and be by my side when I need you most.
Other wise I wont pick up the phone calls or text you back because there will be pills spilled on the floor, cuts on my wrists, a chair knocked over on the floor and a rope around my neck as I hang from my ceiling with no pulse.
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