I speak, but no one listens.
So it must not matter what I have to say.
I cry and no one notices.
So it must not matter that I hurt.
I scream inside yet no sound comes out.
So it must not matter that I’m tormented.

I’m missing someone, but they don’t come.
So my feelings of longing must not matter.
I frown, fidget, and sigh, but nobody sees.
So it must not matter that I’m sad.
I want to leave, but nobody cares enough to take off my bonds.
So it must not matter that I’m restless.

I’m running on a dangerously low tank but nobody fills it up.
So it must not matter if I’m empty.
I beg for help yet not a soul comes to my aid.
So it must not matter what becomes of me.
I’ve tried to be good, but no one loves me.
So it must not matter what I do.

I dig the blade into my skin and no one stops me.
So it must not matter that I hurt myself.
I’m dying and not a soul seems to care.
So my life must not matter.
My world falls apart and no one even tries to hold it together.
So nothing matters anymore.

So when you ask me how I am
I’ll say that I’m fine
Because it doesn’t matter that I’m not.