forty-two

sometimes
this whole world seems
very dark
and cold

i hate everything
and everything
hates me

i just want to scream at them
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
and they'd all just leave me alone

why does everyone feel like
it's their moral imperative
to tell me what i'm doing wrong?

and all of me
every inch
wants to say that
it's everyone else's fault
and it makes it so much worse
to know
that it's mine

(but you,
you could have at least
been a little bit sensitive
because the last thing i needed
was your apathy)