I'm just drowning every day hoping for someone to throw me the lifeline. I always wish that there could be people in my life that would actually care. This house is burning with fire as I continue to try to cry myself to sleep knowing that things aren't going to get better. I'm just suffering through the waves as it pulls me away from the shore. I guess the whole thing is that no one cares until your just dead. Until you have cut your wrists and bled your tears. Of course, there's going to be no one to save me in these tides, because no one really cares about my thoughts I have held and told, of course, no one has understood my references to what I say, of course, no one understands whenever I say, "I'm fine" those two words don't ever mean what those words mean they just hide different words to tell when you're hurting so badly. Just a simple hello can save a person's life, but no one can understand that because no one cares about how the little people feel because of everyone making them feel small in a world of tears and screams. "Haven't you hurt me enough?" In their heads, they would be saying of course not I'm going to hurt you even more just so you can be gone forever. Why hasn't no one realized that all of the things I say are deep and are my emotions of how I feel. But, of course, no one cares about the victims they just care about the attackers.