Everything

How no one seems to see them and being so sick of life.

They say they care,

And that I am important to them.

Yet everything else comes before me,

Even buying a cd player.

Half the time they don’t even notice I’m there,

They don’t listen to me either.

Neither do they notice when I am acting happy,

And when I truly am,

They don’t bother to ask me why.

They can never tell when something is wrong with me,

And never have they been able too.

I am only there for their own personal gain,

I am then discarded like a broken tool.

Only after my uses have run out,

Now I’m going to end it all,

With medication and a bloodied knife.