Lucas' Poetry...You Know You Love It.
UNCARING


Now I'm stuck
On this downward spiral of pity
I haven't eaten for weeks
And I always feel sh***y
They'll find me here
Cold in dead
In a puddle of piss
Laying on my bed
There's no point in living
The only release is to die
Nobody would mourn
Nobody would cry
I begged her to stay
I didn't want her to go
She seemed not to care
As she watched my tears flow
So I'll just lay here
Starving and staring
At a picture of her
Which looks back uncaring


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