Poem

This love shit aint for me its bound to destroy me this caring shit aint for me its bound to exhaust me.

When i stop caring people are really gonna know what the fuck is up when i start sweeping shit and hiding shit under the rug mother fuckers are gonna wanna know what the fuck is up but it will be too little too late im sorry to say the love i had for everyone is gone but deep down it remains

Something i wrote a while back/; caring a lot gets me hurt and i sometimes dont know what to do or how to react and sometimes cutting is the only thing that makes me feel better but i been getting better but i sometimes go back/;