The ones that could care.

I think about all the times i could have saved myself.
But,
I stayed.
I'm drowning,
In my depression,
I can't do this anymore.

Pinching myself to feel some emotion,
Biting myself till' i taste blood on my taste buds,
Wrapped up in darkness.
My life is sunless.

Shaking from the chills everytime i think about cutting myself,
Thinking about all the times ive been beat with a belt,
All the times they lie about caring..
All the times they don't admit they raped me.

It always ends with me sighing in defeat.
Maybe this time,
Maybe this one time,
I won't look back.

Never once thinking about the ones that could once care.