You didn’t notice when I was sad, your excuse; you had work to do.
You didn’t notice when I fell down, your excuse; I was too far away to catch.
You didn’t notice when I was mocked endlessly, reduced to the lowest of all.
You didn’t notice when I left.
You forgot my birthday. July.
My favorite color. Purple.
You forgot I had family issues. Isn’t that what you always do?
When I cut myself, you used it against me, knowing very well you were the reason.
Not that I expected any less.
You forgot I was right next to you, and more importantly, you left me.
You left me for her.
You left me for her. Again.
You left me for them.
Don’t you have a heart?
Didn’t you say you care?
Why do you always lie to me?
I guess its cause you never notice me anywhere.
So would you even noticed if I die?
Just asking.