gone
Gone
I don't care. I just don't care anymore. Just like the rest of the bleeding world. Nobody cares. Nobody notices. Nobody sees. I want to leave now. I want out. I don't care anymore. I want to be gone. Maybe then they'll notice, when I don't show up anymore. They don't see my weight decreasing, they don't see the bags under my eyes, they don't see the scars on my wrists, they don't even notice the fake smile. Death is my way out. My only way. I will make sure it happens too. I won't be alone any longer. Hell will accompany me. At least I know that place is much better then where I am now. I am already gone.