I don't care about a lot of things.
That's why the things I care about
mean the world to me, but
they hold a lot of power over me.
Because the things I care about,
are getting smaller and smaller.
And I don't want to lose them,
so I fight to hold on to them.
But even though I fight with
everything that's left of me,
I'm losing people, places, and things
that mean the world to me,
and it makes me sadder and sadder.