Glamorized Misery

After spinning for so long
you don't notice the feeling
When you're always cut
you don't notice the blood
Ignored forever,
you'd do anything for attention
Just keep lying to us
and writing fake suicide notes
scrawled on notebook paper
while everyone looks away
They don't want you
and you don't want their pity
But somehow you've glamorized misery
you've made the rest of us
jealous of your hell.