Don't Care

Don't Care

A Story by Will

I cross the street while cars speed by
putting my life on the line.
It's probably because, if I do get hit,
I wouldn't really care at all.

I take more pills than Doctor Oz recommends
it makes me feel a bit queasy.
If I take one too many, and take a dirt nap,
I don't think that I'd care at all.

I play with knives day and night;
throw 'em against a wall.
If one was to slip, and I would bleed out,
I probably wouldn't care at all.

I cry myself to sleep at night,
angry and hating myself.
If I was to die right then and there,
I don't think that you'd care at all.

© 2013 Will


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This is just perfect for describing me and a couple of my friends.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Silent Wolf

10 Years Ago

Yes, and I realize that. And I'm trying to change that...
Will

10 Years Ago

Good. :) feel free to shoot me a message if you ever wanna talk about it
Silent Wolf

10 Years Ago

Thanks. I shall. :3
This kind of pain is brutally honest; it's clear that you know these feelings. You don't usually do free verse, but this one flows really well.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

Yeah, I've never liked doing free verse to be honest, but doing something rhymed or measured here ju.. read more
Jeez Will. You poor dude. She really did a number on you. It'll be okay, eventually. Seeing her at work though, not a good thing. Good Poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

I'm actually doing pretty well. The writing and my friends are keeping me sane, so it's all good. Th.. read more
richom

10 Years Ago

I almost never read verse that isn't rhymed (my personal hangup), but your message is one I can't ig.. read more
Will

10 Years Ago

Dramatization, Richard, don't you worry. I truly appreciate your concern.

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Added on August 25, 2013
Last Updated on August 25, 2013
Tags: life, death, street, car, pills, doctor, nap, cry, bed, anger, hate

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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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