I look around me and I can't believe,
that my hints no one can receive.
Can't they see what is happening to me?
Maybe if I died they would see.
My life is everything but good,
leave this place I really should.
I need help that no one can provide,
no one would notice if I died.
I'm not sure what I'm doing here,
what I might lose is my fear.
I hate myself I really do,
don't feel sad I probably hate you too.
Maybe you criticize or laugh at me,
Maybe you think I'm crazy.
Perhaps you pity me or feel sad,
if it were none of the above I would be glad.
There's very few people who actually care,
pretend you do-don't you dare.
I don't really need anyone,
for my life is already done.