Do you ever
just look in the mirror and
decide that you don't care?

You don't see a point to
dress up anymore, to
start every conversation,
to spend nights dreaming of
an unreachable daydream.

They tell you it'll all be okay
but the walls you build up tell you
otherwise. And once you let
those walls down you're disappointed once
again.

Apathy, when will you come?
I'm so full of emotion, so full of
tears and hatred and happiness and
thoughts and I need it to end because I over
think and over like and over hate and over
over over over over over.