Don't Care...

In a battle with oneself.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue;

You're so sick...

and I hate you.

How am I supposed to cope?

When all you do is take away my hope...

My hope...MY hope...

You take away my only hope.

You are killing me, 

Slowly killing me...

But no...

No one will see,

I will never be free.

Everything seems so strange;

I thought you would change;

I though I would change...

You don't really care,

I do not care...

We both do not care.

Reviews

[Anand Sehgal]

A naked look on harsh reality. A good prose-poem .