it would be so easy, wouldn't it?
to just pick up that knife and treat yourself like shit.
over what?
the fact that someone else doesn't care?
you just wanted attention
and you really needed that, didn't you?
you needed someone else to put you above everything because you can never seem to care that much for yourself.
and when you finally do run that knife across your wrist you're going to wish they'll notice.
you'll deny it to yourself but deep down you want someone to care enough to see through all those bracelets.
but right now you're going to cry and blame it on that one person that couldn't seem to notice how deeply troubled you were
and that's okay for now i suppose.
but maybe someday you'll be able to deal with the big picture and try to find the way to feel wanted
by wanting to help yourself.
