sad

sometimes, i have feelings

I don't get the point of "getting better" or "helping myself". 

It doesn't matter because nothing really matters.

No one would care if I shot myself this instant. 

No tears will be shed if I slit my wrist or hung myself.

I imagine myself dead at times.

I imagine my funeral.

People would be saying, 
"I wish I could have saved her."

Well, you could have,

but I don't want to be saved.

"What was wrong with her?"

A lot of things, my friend.

"Why didn't she tell me?"

I told you dozens of times. 

I even wrote it down.

You just never cared.