Should I care?

Should I even care anymore?
I'm already dying,
On the bathroom floor.

The blood that once was rushing,
Through my veins,
Is now spilling,
From my wrists.
Do you realize this isn't a game
Anymore, is it?

This is serious, this is real.
But you're not even curious,
About how I feel.

So, I'm bleeding,
But it's not bothering me.
It's the sorrow inside,
That's killing me.

It's the lack of attention,
And love that I need.
That's making me sick,
That's making me do all of this...