Repetitive Thoughts

I don't think anyone would care if I died.
Let's be honest,
I've hurt so many people,
That they'd just shrug and get over it.
Sure, my friends might cry a bit,
But really,
They'd get over it.
All I did was bring them down.
"Oh no, she relapsed again,
"Oh no, she's started smoking,
"Oh dear, she's started drinking again."
I know what they'd think,
They'd be glad really.
They could get on with life without me.
"Who cares about that silly little girl?
Smokes, drinks, cuts,
How pathetic.
She's not worth the time.
She brought it upon herself.
She deserved it."
As much as I'd hate to admit it, they'd be right.