Unmired

#564

I write words you don't read
Letting my old heart bleed
And I know I don't matter
So I'm not going to shatter
It's just my way of coping
I long since gave up hoping
If I'd ever mattered at all
You would've made that call

I write these words for me
Because it sets my soul free
To write what I'm feeling
And it's magnificently healing
No response from you required
Because I'm no longer mired
In an unhealthy, hopeless pit
Waiting for you to give a shit
rksmith
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