Who Even Loves Me?
| They continue this incision, i scream out for anyone to help, but they don’t even care, they only begin to stare. for one mere minute, i thought maybe the could understand. but they don’t care. i bring back the question, of do they love me do they care? i am just worthless, pathetic and alone in this world where no one can love me. this cruel un humane place we call earth. you call it home, and i call it hell. my wounds will not heal, they are to deep i wish i could go to sleep, and never wake again. because i am not wanted, i am not needed, nor i am liked. i care for them but they have shunned me, and spit on my grave. why should i care, for them, when they would never miss me, for it would not be calamity for them, only be smiles on their faces. i am sick of life, of living. they keep giving me clues. who even loves me? |
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