There's a throbbing in my head,
I'm just so tired of it all.
What is this 'all' you ask?
It's simple.
The answer is everything.
Nothing.
Life.
The only key is death.
But how could I possibly achieve that, if I have people here, possibly caring for me?
Ha ha, how could they care?
I have major depression, I am bipolar, I self-harm, I have eating disorders, and anxiety disorders.
It would seem the list never ends.
What happened to that little smiling girl?
She grew up.
But she acts like a little kid.
That's only during day time.
At nightfall is when she breaks down and cries for long hours, crying for someone to help.
But no one is there.
No one was there.
No one will be there.
Because oh, little girl...you are all alone.
Forever and ever.
Eternity,
Your whole life.
Might as well take it away, because...
Face it.
No one cares.
"Take all the pain away, please..." she pleads.
"I can't handle it anymore..." she cries.
"I want them to finally care," was her last whisper.
