You'll never know how much I needed to talk to you, to finally tell you how I felt, or..just to tell you that I'm deeply sorry, just to...know if we still could be friends. But evidently you don't even care, I'm here alone, shedding tears for..who? Somebody that doesn't even care anymore. You were my rock, without you I'm nothing, without you I'm ...dead. I started to cut, again, and this time I don't want to stop. It's so beautiful to feel something sometimes. I have my problems and you cannot complain about how I deal with them. If you'd care you'd talk to me, if you'd care...you wouldn't have left me alone. So please don't cry when I'll be dead. I don't need your tears.
