People think I care. I barely give a fuck.
I laugh in the darkness, darkest caves are my friends.
I would rather show a middle finger than some sympathy. I would rather cry all by myself, than use your shoulder.
Darkness I would choose than light of yours bringing shadow. Mental peace I would turn to than love of yours bringing sorrow.
People think I care, I barely give a fuck.
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Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
