Stop the Act..

 

I lie in bed, in a cold dark room,

The only light I see,

Is from the moon above,

And a thousands stars sparkling around.

The room's not as dark as what's inside me, 

Consuming me minute by minute, 

Like a blackhole opening up,

Engulfing everything in its path

But you, you'll never understand what I go through, 

You'll never see the pain.

The scars that are etched across my wrists, 

Tell stories of their own. 

You act like you know how I feel,

Let's be real.

You think I crave the attention, 

All you'll ever do is preach.

You tell me, if I have a problem, talk.

Yet when I try to,

You've got your own problems.

 I shouldn't be wound up over silly thoughts.

You tell me to seek therapy and maybe it'll heal me.

But the help I need is not the help I receive.

And all you ever do is run your mouth,

Like you're a professional in all matters concerning me.

So, if all you're doing is acting like you care, Stop!

The last thing I need is another one,

Telling me you're here for me.

I know you just say it to satisfy yourself.

So go ahead, 

Go proclaim to the world you saved a life,

Go shout it from the rooftop that you gave a lost soul purpose.

When all you've done is saved yourself the hassle of actually being there for someone.

Confirming that truly, not many people care.