All Alone

When I'm sitting sad and depressed, all alone, And good events during the day are none, When I'm sitting with a knife, making on my table a face with a sad smile, I just get lost in thoughts, where I'm just a trash pile. They don't seem to notice, all wound up in themself. Why would they be concerned with some random's mental health? In life, we're always alone, no matter how many friends. Where will those people be when we meet our tragic ends? They say they're worried, pretending they care... Please don't lie about this, just go out bare! Yes, the truth may hurt us to the very core, But your lies is something that hurts even more.