Sometimes I just sit there
And cut till I bleed
Because I never get
The attention that I need.
It sounds stupid to some,
But to me, it's the only way.
'That's awful dumb. Why would you? '
Some like to say.
I tell them leave me alone,
Go back to your life.
Then I ask, do I really need help
When I sit home alone with a knife?
One day I could kill myself.
Could they help me change?
But asking would be weird.
I would feel so strange.
I'll look out the window
And see them all having fun,
But I don't need them.
I don't need anyone.
Fernando Alvarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fer-s-story/
