Why Can't Any One Care?

I'm the lifeless kid,

The one sitting in the corner,

One wrist stained red,

One hand controlling the knife.

But no one cares to ask,

They all sit there to laugh.

Where's the fun in that?

One day I'll be dead and they'll see,

They can pretend to care when it becomes a tragedy,

But not when the pain is unbareable.

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