"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

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