Oh, the lies I have told. Telling my friends that I am happy, when I just want to die. Nobody noticed. Nobody cared. I lost myself and my faith. I lost sleep, my grades dropped, but it was by so little that nobody cared. I spent my days helping my friends with their problems, but they never noticed mine. Alas, the truth came to me. How alone I was. I was always the left out friend. The seventh wheel, but nobody cared. I remember how my boyfriend looked happier with my friends than with me. And nobody noticed or cared. I started to lose my faith. I kept a smile around everyone, but once I was alone I would die. I spent too many nights crying myself to sleep. I soon picked up the blade. Slice, Slice, Slice and I was gone. I told myself no at first. But the blade and the demons in my head said yes. I survived, but it killed me that nobody noticed. I wasn't going for attention, but it still hurt. My demons kept telling me that nobody actually cared about me. And I began to believe them. I became scarred and alone, and then decided it was time to go.
