I'm on my bed, thinking about how much I want to die, but why do you pretend to care?
Really, like come on. You don't really care, do you? Heh, thought so.
Sadly, I'm to scared of the pain, so I can't die yet, so have fun not really caring. While I'm suffering alone.
Trying to help is pointless, I'm already dying inside. Slowly my mind is killing me. It's always there, wanting me dead, and here I am. Writing a stupid story on this Wattpad account, thank you for letting me rant. This is probably boring you, I'm sorry.
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They Don't Care
RandomI'm breaking. I'm silently calling for help, but the sad thing is, no one cares in till you're dead. Trigger warning, just saying