How are you?
Is something wrong?
Are you upset?
All empty questions.
You don't care, you never have.
You see the hurt in my eyes, and you look away.
You hear the anger in my voice, and you change the subject.
What do I have to do to express my feelings to you.
You'd pay attention if I did drugs.
You'd care if I slit my wrist.
You'd be worried about me if I attempted suicide.
But why should it matter then.
Are my extreme emotions not good enough for you.
Do only extreme actions catch your eye?
I bet you'd care if I were dead.
At my funeral you would cry, and ask, "Why?".
I'll tell you why.
Because you never cared.