Apathy

Feeling like someone's love for you is turning sour, turning into apathy, uglier than pity

She's making me jump through hoops again

If only I could step outside of myself and see

Everything that she's doing to my mind

The way she's dragging me on blind

If only I could see

How her love has turned to apathy

I don't think I have the strength to endure

This love, this pain, that makes me so insecure

I've walked through fire, I still feel impure

My memories of better days

Fewer and fewer

I'm feeling the grey skies loom over me again

If I could take shelter in your heart and breathe

Carrying the weight of what doesn't exist

Not even possessing the power to resist

If only I could see

Her idea of love knows no sympathy

I don't think I have the strength to endure

This love, this pain, that makes me so insecure

I've walked through fire, I still feel impure

My memories of better days

Fewer and fewer

I'm tumbling under

Blunder after blunder

And no friends of mine can help

It's effortless how I fail completely

Missing all the signs completely

I think I'm torturing myself again

I don't think I have the strength to endure

This love, this pain, that makes me so insecure

I've walked through fire, I still feel impure

My memories of better days

Fewer and fewer

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