No one hears my tears. No matter how hard I cry. I attempt making it obvious, but how can the possibly see my scars, when they don't even care? I doubt the even see me, let alone the blood on my wrist. They step on my toes, walk right past me, without even a fellow nod of thehead. Only time the take attention to me is to laught at me, never with me. They dont ask of me to ever hangout. It hurts. I wish they realized how much I hate myself, how often I think of myself as non-pretty, as fat and hideous, as a mistake of man-kind, as the annoyance and unwanted. Oh, how often I cut, no one bothering to ask why. Only one person keeps me living. Only one who keeps me from taking every single pill I own. Only one tells me to keep my chin up and to keep smiling. Only one stops to ask if I'm okay, really okay. Only one cares how i'm feeling. Only one takes time out to make me:Smile, blush, laugh....actually with me. Only one dosent give me a dirty look, mo matter how hideous I am. Only one makes me feel warm, only one makes me put down my razor. Only one loves me enough- to the point where I feel wanted, only one stops everything to talk to me. Only one, who'd do anything for me to be happy. Oh, How I love you Calum, the one who brings meaning to my life;making it worth living.