feel

how do you feel sitting in your chair?
wondering why i yanked out my hair
why i sit in the corner crying
laugh while the world is dying
why dont i care if im dead or not?
why havent you died yet i wonder
becouse i let you live is the only answer
i could take a knife and stab you 8 times in the foot
but i wouldnt do that to you yet
why do i care?
why dont i?
why should i?
becouse you want me to