no one cares unless you’re pretty or dying

i used to believe in so many things. i believed in happiness. i believed in happy endings. i believed in miracles. i even believed in destiny. but now i don’t even know what the word ” believe ” means. my parents are divorcing and i’m realizing that no one actually really cared about me. not even a little bit. not even at all. because they don’t know understand how much it hurts to be the messed up one. the mistake. the failure. i’ve got no reason to be watched. i’ve got nothing special. i’m just .. broken. i don’t think it’s even possible to be that broken. i feel like i’m nothing and i just don’t know what i am supposed to do in life. because i always thought i could be a singer and make my number one dream come true but that’s the sad part with dreams. it’s false. it’s all in your head. it’s not gonna happen. i just wanna be set free. i want to feel alive again. i just want someone to love me