Others Don’t Care

I’ve become so depressed that I started cutting my wrist, not long ago. I wear long sleeves and sweat shirts to hide the scars. But the other day it was warm out so i wore a short sleeve shirt and brought a jacket to hide the scars if I needed to. It turns out that I didn’t need the jacket because everyone who must have seen my cuts didn’t give a fuck about it. They would look at my wrist then at my face and turn around and act like nothing happened. Um… hello you know that what you just saw isn’t something you always see, don’t you even wonder what made me do that to myself. Not even the adults give a fuck about it. They are just as bad as my classmates. No one at my school knows what a depressed person looks like. I don’t want help from anybody, I’m just saying that if people really did care they would have told someone about it. Someone would have actually tried to help me. People don’t give a fuck about me so what’s the point of being here. I’m just an extra, I don’t belong anywhere. I’m never enough for anyone. I never fit in anywhere, I’m the person that can easily be replaced by anyone, because I’m not big deal to anyone. They have given up on me.