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Who care



Sitting here in the desolate emptiness of my room,

I gaze unforgiving at the snow as it tumbles to earth,

Just hateful reminders dancing merrily across my tomb

But who cares



Thousands of shards from my soul crashed down just the same.

Regardless of my optimism I fall into the misery willingly

Arms out in front of me screaming bind me with my shame

But who cares



They tell me it’s my heart that is breaking little do they know,

There is nothing left of a heart here inside this carcass..

What little there was, was destroyed long ago

But who cares



Troubled silence fills the shadow box I call my home,

Enter at your own risk is an understatement

There’s a hate here none have ever known,

But who cares…