I should have known,
I really should have,
In my heart I wanted to believe that the people I call family have two shits about me,
But really no one fucking does,
I wanted to believe that someone cared,
I was so wrong,
Everyone says they are there when nothing has happened,
But once something happens everyone leaves,
Why the fuck do I stay clean,
Why not just let the monster I've held inside go free,
Fuck staying clean,
Fuck trying to not..not eat,
Fuck it all,
I'm done and all I fucking wanted was someone,
Anyone to give a fuck and show it,
I was even told that I couldn't say no one cared by someone at a point,
But,
I feel I can,
I just want to cut my thighs up and feel the warms of deep crimson,
Maybe I will,
Because who will stop me?
Who will even say anything to me when this is read,
I can almost guaranty it
