"tragic"
why do i want to get rid of the people who care about me
i hear them speak and i don't care what they say
they could be telling me that their family wishes they were dead
and all i'd hear is a tiny voice in my head
whispering "shut the fuck up I really don't care"
but i pretend i do so they dont hate me
it's awful
am I this heartless?
or is my mind trying to focus on itself
its own bruises and secrets
so it can care for itself before it can care for others
This poem is about:
Me