They said I’m wrong and I’m heartless. But it was them, not me, that produced it.
Pointing their left middle finger, like their blameless.
The scars and confusion, Im glad I did not fit.
I cared for years and years, too much
years of heartache, fear and pain,
of worrying about everything,
then worrying once again.
It takes years of giving a fuck
about things you cannot change,
until one day you finally reach
the point where nothing’s gained.
To not give a fuck is hard,
when your heart has always cared—
until you’ve carried so much for years
you find you’re no longer scared.
And maybe that’s the hardest part,
you don’t stop caring overnight.
You just get tired of giving everything,
from me they tried to hide His light.
It was hard—
until it wasn’t.
It was hard
until for them–
I JUST DONT, GIVE A FUCK!
Smith Shine Poetry 