Apathy

I'll paint you a portrait of self deprecation.

Cut the skin, use the blood,

Watch me break.

And I find it impossible to love anyone.

I don't let people in.

But they help break the skin.

So I can paint you the portrait of self deprecation in blood.

And maybe you'll see my pain between the lines.

And maybe it will be too late this time.

Have a go.

Break through my icy layer of apathy.

Find the vortex of pain and disaster.

Or Walk away now.

You're better off without me.

Don't even bother to try and chat to me.

Just go, I'll be better off on my own.