I stay up all night. Talking to the moon, listening to my favorite song on repeat. What song? You don’t care. You see I left because nobody cares. I didn’t even care enough for myself. Being alive felt like I was screaming at the world everyday. Except nobody could hear me. There were moments where you made it feel like you could hear me. But someone or something new always came along and you were gone in a matter of seconds. People don’t care. We only “care” when it benefits us. And if it no longer does, then you walk away. I’m leaving. I’m already gone. And if I could say one last thing to you. It wasn’t you. It was me. But still….