She doesn't care, she doesn't care, she doesn't care.


The words lash across the raw red mess of a sore that is my heart
They fester and wound and scab and scar
Eyes closed in pain, fists clenched in agony, mouth open aghast in horror


She doesn't care, she doesn't care, she doesn't care.


The words burn into my vulnerable melting flesh
They tattoo across my eyelids, preventing sleep or thought


She doesn't care she doesn't care she doesn't care.


The words are my very existence, they define me, they control me, a constant roaring in my ears that does not but crescendo


She doesn't care, she doesn't care, she doesn't care