Nine Seventy

i desteratly hate it when someone steals my spot.

 Sometimes when I cry,
 It feels wrong.
 Like I shouldn't be doing it.
 I should be strong and stony.
 Not letting any emotions show,
 Except joy.
 Nobody wants to know about my hurt and pain.
 Nobody cares how bad I feel,
 And how low I've actually gone.
 Nobody really cares about me,
 Sometimes I don't even care about myself.
 That's why I've got scars I guess.
 I just don't care.