Apathy

My words dissolve in my mouth but still I choke on every breath. You lead me into shattered glass, puncturing my every step. Wounded and waiting for the end, It's too late to avoid the piece that's sharp enough to take me down. Forever this despair seems to live on, leaving nothing but the touch of apathy. These thin walls become frail, crashing down into dust once again. This indifference is your weakest flaw, leaving a crack for my revenge that will have you surrendering to my paralyzing call. My nights will no longer be sleepless nightmares of hanging helplessly from your noose, that I was so caught up in before.