no one would do the same

there are so many things i consider, i do, with no thanks, no love, no reward. i try so hard hard, despite the lack of feeling, correcting myself, helping others, even when nothing compels me to do so.

and i only am reminded, no one would do this for me. no one would come to check, no one would come to hug, or soothe. i could be screaming in my room, out in public burning things, or bleeding out in the bathroom and no one would come. no one would hear.