i wish

[theartistwithin]

that just one person cared enough to
ask me why the hell i do what i do
why i smoke
why i drink
why i'm a bitch to the only people that care
why i can't do anything
why i'm so sad
why i am killing my self slowly
why i'm depressed
why i never sleep
why i am so self abosorbed that i think no one could love me
why i can't cry
why i think i'm ugly
why i hate myself so much
why i need constant approval from guys i don't care about
why i put up a front to everyone
why i sit on my balchony and contemplate what the hell i'm doing
why i don't care about my self anymore
why i'm so ready to give up
and why i care if anyone cares.

why?