You don't notice
when I sit in the dark
and ponder
or when I use the light you gave me to engrave a mark.
Your just out there again...mind but a wander

and you didn't notice
that I came home at dawn
but how could you...your where 'out'
and I cleaned up after you, like a obedient pawn.
The voices in my head have started to shout.

and you don't notice
I dig through my skin
in search of a soul.
But no one can ever look through my fictitious grin
cause then they'd see this massive hole.

You don't notice
that I do dare
wonder
if you even care
that I'm inches from a sunder.

You don't notice
your own hypocrisy
you spit in my face.
Your finite ideas hold a twisted policy
that stings like mace.

You don't notice
that when you cry to me, I only feel pity
that you still can't keep it together.
It's not your fault but, lets face it, childhood was ******.
I feel obligated to love you because of a biological tether.  

But I do notice
you love me.
Though the theory many have shared
is that you could be
emotionally impaired.

And I worry
that I'll do something rash
because of the lack of borders.
Soon I'll crash
cause like you I'm a emotional hoarder.