A Worrying Sign

I sit in my room, watching the world go by... I see my best friend in need, I go to help... I am completely ignored... I am hurt

Something I have tried many times.. all to no prevail...


My new best friend, I hide in a toolbox in my room... I don't think he likes it in the dark, perhaps that is why he enjoys being let out so much

My friend likes to do his work, I like to let him...


I don't feel the pain in my arm as i cut away... perhaps I'm accustomed to it and just don't notice it anymore

I like the sight of my blood, is this a worrying sign?


I am unsure if what I do is right or wrong... but I am still here, so perhaps it is right? If not someone tell me... please...

I don't know what to believe anymore...