does it? does it matter?&8195;

noone is afraid to lose me, to se me gone, to see me silent or absent.&8195;
it’s too much, too much, too much, too much, too much–&8195;

the pain, the drugs, the drowsiness, the anxiety, the exhaustion, the heavy body,&8195;
noone cares, noone notices, noone will ever care, noone will ever know, noone will ever read or reach out.&8195;

we’re stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck,&8195;

it’s cold, it hurts, it repeats and drills into the brain. it’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare,
neverending pain, never-improving thoughts and screams– one sentence and we’re split. they surely hate us. they despise us. we said something bad.&8195; it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts&8195;

it never ends, it never ends, it never ends, it never ends, it never ends, 
does anyone care? does anyone know? does anyone care? does anyone know? does anyone care? does anyone know? 

i find no beauty or poetry in my words anymore– it’s all trails of pain and words that mix with eachother in a cacophony of pains and feelings.  it’s nothing but pain, let it end, let it end, let it end, let it end, let it end, let it end,  

 please? it’s too much, it’s way too much. i can’t do this, i can’t do this. please.