I can easily pick up that razor blade again,
But you still wouldn't care.
I walk around with scars on my body,
But you still don't care.
Have you ever thought about the blood,
Streaming from my wrists?
I'm just waiting,
For you to start caring.
My sad look is easy to see,
But you don't notice.
My scars are easy to spot,
But you never notice.
Have you ever thought about the pain,
The pain I experience?
I'm just waiting,
For you to start caring.
I feel empty with depression,
But you never hear me.
I'm begging you to look at me,
But you never hear me.
Have you ever thought about me?
Of course you don't think about me.
I'm just waiting,
For you to start caring.
Because never once, have you noticed me, or seen me, or heard me.
You just don't care about me.
