the years have flown by omg, how we've seperated every last time i swear we're done its not like they care for what we've won holding my tongue and not saying what i wanted to and the emptiness fills me to the brim but all ive done for you, all gone on a whim its not like i killed someone, not like i fell off a cliff and glanced off the side and the voices and the abuse continues till i wish i had died. i don't really care the day afterward i was crusing through the air sliding off the side and thinking you were there grab and hold and think that you really really care i did it all for you, i did but you don't carrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee but you don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and even if you did, i wish you didn't i feel bad not caring. or maybe i do care, and just don't know it.
Reason for writing:
"judith" by a perfect circle
this poem is about seperateness and the uncaringness afterward
Birth sign: Aries
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