This is why

I don't care. 

Because 

When I am (or my mind is) someplace that just ain't good...

And I am in one of my many evil moods

Just sometimes 

It would be nice 

If someone attempted 

Tried

Cared enough 

Hell, faked it just once

And endeavored 

Ventured And strived

To get me out of my own head. 

Like really. 

Because

Sometimes 

Most times 

I think it would be nice

If there was 

A proverbial hand to pull me up and out

Or the empathetic ear to listen and shit 

And someone to care to do that 

But 

this is why I don't care

Because

That someone ain't out there 

(And talking to yourself is frowned upon even if you live by yourself or love by yourself)

that's all...