i hate how apathy sets in so fast (now).
-traversing the epidermis
then slipping deep into the skin-
i barely have time to process
before the feelings have
committed mass suicide and
i
don't
f*****g
care.
i hate how apathy has become
my wall.
i cover myself in an empty shell
while this pressing hollow feeling
makes me want to scratch through
the skin
to prove i still bleed;
to prove
i
f*****g
care.
i hate how apathy waits complacently
in my chest, prepared
(at a moment's notice)
to activate emptiness
and shut down
all vessels to the
heart.
a word / a gesture / a thought
can trigger the reaction
and without warning
(or will)
anhedonia sets in
and
i
don't
f*****g
care.
i hate how apathy becomes truth.
i hate
how
i
don't
f*****g
care.