I clench my palms,

I can feel my fingers digging into my flesh,

I'm drawing blood,

But who cares?

Not them.

I try to speak,

To show human emotion,

To actually be interested,

But who cares?

Not them.

They're always telling me to be friendly,

That I should give him a break,

But why should I?

He doesn't care,

He doesn't.

I'm just a hollow,

I'm just there,

Listen when he's gone,

But when he's here,

It suddenly all changes.

I thought I was your friend,

I thought you knew who I was,

I thought you respected me,

But who cares?

Not you,

Not them,

Not him.

I do,

I still care,

And I still care about you,

But why does it have to be different?

What makes him so much better?

Why leave me, after so long?

I wish I could say I didn't care.