I ask you, if i should drink.
I ask you, should I cut myself?
And you ask me what's the point.
The point is that I value your opinion and would like to know if you really care about me. The point is that I feel slighted and uncared for and uncared about so I ask these questions to see if you can hear me, are you listening, are you really there? The point is I want to believe that you love me like you say you do, if you love me like you've loved the others that's why I ask you, should I drink, should I cut myself?
Should I kill myself?
I forget that I cannot ask you certain things or talk to you about certain things without me being judged, I forget that you dont think of me like you think of everyone else.
I forget that I'm dramatic and stupid and my attitude is horrible and I bring down your mood and I have no sense of humor, I forget.
I forget that I must bite my tongue and lock away my thoughts because god forbid I have a different opinion than yours, god forbid I'm upset and would like to vent, god forbid that I have human emotions.
So, you asked me what's the point. The point is that I see where we stand. The point is that my eyes have been opened and I can no longer deny the truth. The point is, I'm not needed and I finally see it.
