Why don’t they come and help? Why don’t they hear my silent screams? Why can’t they see that I’m dying. They don’t see…they don’t see until it’s too late. And then suddenly they care, they said they would have been there, they said they loved me, they said they cared. Why did they leave when I needed them most? Why did they not see I wasn’t okay? Because they didn’t care. No one cared.