No one would.

Some nights I look at my scars
I look and I think,
"Damn, why did I do that?
it was so stupid,
I didn't deserve to get to that point,
I shouldn't have let myself,
I'm glad im not in that dark place anymore."

But then there are those nights..
When I look at my scars and think,
"Damn! I didn't do a good enough job,
I deserve worse,
I should have tortured myself worse.
Maybe i should do that now...
I'm not worth it anyway,
Who would care..?
No one, that's who."

And some nights I give in.
Rare,
But it happens.

I find myself searching,
for help without really trying..
it gives me the ability to say I tried,
Even though the attempt was futile.
But who would really care if I actually tried,
No one would, that's who.