Idea from Ren0072

No one would care if I died, no would care if I got hurt.

The want for love, but no one cares.

The yearn for attention, what if I did the unspeakable? Would they care? No.

The slip of the knife against the shaking skin. Searing hot pain follows but then it leaves. Another? No one cares.

Continuing to swipe the cold metal now red across my arms, the scene before me starts to get fuzzy, then nothing.

The sound of beeping awakes me from my slumber.

Do they care? No.

I start to cry, but once I do the sound of rustling signals someone else in the room.

I feel my hand be grabbed, "I thought we lost you, I was so worried."

Worried...they care?

Okay I know that it sucks but it is midnight here so um, bye.