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?