Do I look sad??
Do I look like I hear them??
Do I seem like I don't care??
Do I seem like I hear them screaming??
So, you say I look happy.
You say I'm not right in the head.
So, you say I should care.
You say you can't hear the screaming.
I may look happy,
Just like I look as if I don't hear them.
I may look like I care,
Just like I may look like don't hear screaming.
The sadness,
It hunts me.
The voices,
They drown me.
The fact that I don't care,
Trails after me.
The screaming,
Follows me.
I hate it all.
The carelessness.
The screaming.
The voices.
I hate the voices,
The screams are the worst.
I hate the fact that I don't care,
The hate I feel is the worst.
Everything is falling apart.
Everything is burning down.
Everything will fall.
Everything will burn..
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