written: 4/4/05

Sometimes I think that nobody cares about me.

My life is trivial in the minds of those I love the most.

They turn their backs at times when I really need them.

They feed me bullshit lines about how much they "love" me.

But what is love?

How do I know if what thye are saying is true?

You say it's all in my head

but I want the truth.

Will you really miss me

when I'm cold and dead?