Broken

Everyone hate me.
No one cares about me.
No one cares to ask how I have been.
Everyone who know me well enough are smart enough not to ask.
No one wants to know.
No one wants to hear all these same lines again.

If it's broken, you fix it.
If it cant be fixed, you throw it away.

I think most people around me have stopped to believe my head can be fixed anymore.
Or they just have better life without me.