i wish

some one would tell me they loved me.

if everyone cared

you just lost your job as friend
you never ask me how i am
when i talk to you its always about you
don't you notice i'm falling apart
you don't seem to care anymore
its ok i under stand you have beter friends now
i'm not needed anymore
and thus the cycle continues
back to medication
back to swallowing blues
back to trying to live normality
in one room
back to fears
i'm not important enough now

its ok i can handle that