Behind Closed Windows and Pitch-Black, Shut Curtains

How can I live?
It's not like your there telling me to go on.
How can I keep myself safe?
You could care less if I die.
So I'm going to lay here,
In the darkness, cold, and alone.
Never see the sunlight again, so I cry.
Because maybe,
Sometime throughout your life.
You'll wish you kept an eye on me.