Warmth used to fill me
With caring and passion
I would love seeing others glee
Their hearts are my fashion
I used to always try to make others happy
With jokes and soothing stories
I love others happiness madly
If they were pained, I’d be mourning
But as time grows on
I find myself not caring
About people and their own pain
About their suffering or happiness
And now I can’t seem to care
That people are suffering
Because if it doesn’t affect me,
Then it doesn’t matter
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
Warmth used to fill me
With caring and passion
I would love seeing others glee
Their hearts are my fashion
I used to always try to make others happy
With jokes and soothing stories
I love others happiness madly
If they were pained, I’d be mourning
But as time grows on
I find myself not caring
About people and their own pain
About their suffering or happiness
And now I can’t seem to care
That people are suffering
Because if it doesn’t affect me,
Then it doesn’t matter
Idk why I’ve been feeling this way lately. Like obviously I care about my closest friends and stuff but sometimes I hear bad things and feel nothing. Like it’s not personally hurting or helping me so it’s not worth even caring about. Over the years I’ve struggled with wondering what is wrong with me that way. Idk it’s complicated. Also, the back half of the poem doesn’t rhyme for theme purposes. Much like life, I just don’t care.
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