Are you happy now?
Now that I lie here on the bathroom floor in a pool of my own blood?
I think what hurts the most is that I haven't even bothered to hide my cuts for a while now.
Bright shiny wrists.
Puckered thighs.
Tear stained face.
I can't tell if you really don't see it, or if you just don't care.
At my funeral none of you can cry. You didn't care before , why cry now?
I am finally free
