Do you like pretending to care?
Do you ever begin to wonder?
Is it actually worth the trouble?
How do you not see what I see?
The dagger glares at me from the pool of blood that has formed on the floor.
The white bathroom tiles are stained red as I watch the blood flow quickly.
No one will notice.
I'll clean it when I wake.
For now I must sleep.
If I never wake will someone, anyone notice?
Will someone care enough to look for me?
No, I didn't think so.
I could lie here, slowly drifting away and not a soul in the world would notice.
Would someone come to visit my grave or would it become over run with weeds?
Lost forever.
My eyes slip closed as I rest my head against the shower wall, water running over me, mixing with the blood and I dream.