If I cry, again and again, would it matter? Would you care?Do I really need to go that far, to make you care about me even a little? Just so you'd notice me? No. You don't care about me. You pity me. You hate me. I'm annoying.I'm not good enough. I'm just trash. That's what I think when I look at you. I'm not important. Out of all the other friends and people you know, why would I be important? I can't find a reason to be, therefore I am not. I feel as though I'm not a part of your life. Like I never was. As if I'm so far away from you, drifting farther and farther, growing so distant. I wonder, do you ever think of me? I think of you. Every day. I wish you'd take a second look at me, to see if there was anything you liked. I wish I were important to you. I wish you cared. I wish you'd think of me. I don't hate you. I hate myself, because I can't be good enough for you.
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