Poem- Caring

We sit down
Food all ready
Lights just right
Looking in,
it seems all right

Then it starts.
The tenseness
The glares.
Remarks start to fly,
and i'm way too shy
to even speak up.
With my half empty cup.

Mom? When did you stop caring?
About your love for dad?
Daddy? When did you become so mad,
over money?
Sister? Why do you hate me so?
Snide remarks...
They make me cry so.

So I sit here, ignoring your yells
Screams and Hatred for eachother
And i'll be silent in my pain
Silent, and deadly.

Maybe if i disappered, you'd pay more attention.
Maybe if i died, you'd understand.
Maybe if i cut, you'd finally see
My pain and worries.
Maybe you'd see
Me giving up

Wearing my scars
on my sleeves
Wearing my fake smile
like a mask
I'm not a poet
and i'm not a therapyst.
But you need help..

And i want to die.
Thanks for caring, maybe you will now.
As i put the knife to my neck,
you stare with wide eyes
STOP!
You yell, but what does it matter now?

You didnt' care before..
Why do you now?

...Deep......Hugglez? *holds arms out*

*huggles* thanks