Broken Puzzles (Apathy)


Reality sets in
On the marks of my dead skin.
I'm trapped in constant struggles
Concentrating on broken puzzles
Just to keep my mind busy.
Just to forget this weight kept in me.
I already said I was sorry
But that apology was insincere.
I tape my mouth with prolonged fears.
I can't keep myself together when she's near.
It's not her.
It's always been me.
What the Hell am I writing for
When every single finger feels sore?
Wasn't I sure once?
I don't know.
I just don't want to deal with this anymore.
I show agony
Through my petty attempts at apathy.
I'm staring
At a heart that says it's uncaring.
And every little thing bothers me.
Wish I were him
Instead of me
Just cause I hate where I've been
Just going down a one way street
And still making wrong turns.
I'm running over every nerve.
I'm this close to hating myself
And every second makes it worse.
I'm so sorry
But you're the one who forgot me first.

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