Can't you see it?
It's in the bruises covering my skin.
Can't you hear it?
It's my cry of hopelessness echoing.
Can't you smell it?
It's in the sickly odor of the antiseptic
Can't you taste it?
It's in what I threw up this morning.
Can't you feel it?
My faint heartbeat, my doom, impending.
I guess you don't know
For you never turn your eyes on me.
And yes, it will show
How little you think of me.
I'm really a fool or should I say, plain crazy.
For I did everything, for you to notice me
And now, I'm paying, slowly dying.
Or maybe you knew it all along?
And you just don't care.
You never cared anyway.
You're neither sad nor feeling remorse
Instead what you felt is so much worse
For my sorrow is your happiness
My love, you always hate.
For your pleasure is my pain
And my death is your chance to live again.