I Just Don't Care

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What has happened to me?

That's a long story.

Unforfuntunately, there's no grand tale, no loser's price, nor a winner's glory.

One day, a cold emptiness began to grow inside.

Hope, joy, and prayer could no longer reside.

I couldn't cover it up, or shiver it away.

The gentle warmness of my heart was smothered.

No light or ease could stay.

Feelings that no one recovered.

That's when I concluded, silently, within myself:

I just...don't care.

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Over and over again, like a broken record.

Listen not if you desire discord.

A consistent, dull absence.

Within a void that forced itself into existence.

My body is to too tired to put up resistance.

Why can't anyone acknowledge my silence?

Not as a defeat, but as a wall of protection?

Fighters become tired after too many wars, so why not me?

Can I not take residence in the blank space of negativity?

After all that I endured? To quell the wickedness that failed to be cured?

I just...don't care.

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All alone, with my eyes closed like a black-out curtain.

With one reality for certain:

My words will echo etherially, never be spoken aloud,

Behind my walls, my feelings will never be broken or found,

Raw, and exposed for all to manipulate.

Don't get me wrong,

This isn't my pity song.

It's a decision held dear,

So sorry that you can't listen clear.

The mental static tends to interfere.

I just...don't care.

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So in all of this, what's missing, you ask?

The empty space that's the focus?

I say that you're ignorant behind your mask,

Whom can understand the topic we dicuss.

The empty space isn't an area, person or place

Now wipe that stupid look off your face.

With the dust cleared, now can you see?

Do you understand that the space is me?

A hollow consciousness without borders,

That grew tired of following orders?

I just...don't care.

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