Apathy
Each day it’s being chipped at,
More
And
More.
But, who to tell?
Who will care?
All
Those
Worthless
Tears
Shed.
Have drained me of all.
No
More
Tears
Will
Fall.
Nothing.
Just this pit in my gut,
Of
Emptiness,
That I don’t,
Know
How
To
Fill.
More
And
More.
But, who to tell?
Who will care?
All
Those
Worthless
Tears
Shed.
Have drained me of all.
No
More
Tears
Will
Fall.
Nothing.
Just this pit in my gut,
Of
Emptiness,
That I don’t,
Know
How
To
Fill.