Despair

I can't do anything more than screaming out my unwanted pain, my despair, my unreachable joy. It's fading, and I know you will never care, you will never see it, you don't give a shit about this flood of tears and blood I spill because of you in the floor.

Where are you? Why aren't you with me now? What is it that I have to do to make you love me the way I love you. Don't you care about what you're doing to me? What you make me do for you? Please, I am begging you to come save me from myself. I'll be killing you over and over again everytime I kill my flesh. Forgive my foolishness, I'm not blaming you for being unaware of my existence. I'm just wishing I could resign to this and let go.