And I use to hope that maybe you loved me too, and you were just scared. But now I understand that you don't love me, you never have, and you never will. You don't care about me. You could read all of this that I have written about you here on witty, you can read my poems filled with deep pain and sorrow, you can stare at the scars on my wrists for hours, and you could watch my tears hit the floor. But you will NEVER CARE. You wouldn't care if you knew you were the reason for my cuts, and you make me feel suicidal. You just wouldn't give a sh*t. You wouldn't care if I died. And honestly, I'm to the point where even when people tell me that they would be devestated if I died, and even Tyler telling me he would kill himself, don't change how I feel because honestly? The only reaction to my death that I care about is yours... And I don't even need to ask to know what it is. And thats what hurts.