Do I Still Care

Am I addicted to sympathy?
Asking for everyone to comfort me?
Is that why I can’t heal?
Do getting hugs for my stories to me appeal?

Do I scratch my scar
Think about her all the time
Because I like to be a star
So I can have something with which to rhyme?

Am I locking myself in here
With sadness to cover me
So that my life doesn’t disappear
So that it doesn’t feel empty?

Are my sad feelings now all lies?
Couldn’t I long ago have said goodbye?
Why is all I see, her pretty eyes?
So that I never run out of cries?

I know its over
I know I am love-sober.
Yet I grasp and claw
At nothing at all

Is it because I really care
Or that without a story
Id be left silent with a fleeting glare
That I need to be sadly aware.

Reminding me to tear
Don’t forget to fret
Shell be forever far, yet right near
Always remember to regret

My mind insists these things for me
But I argue that I’ve long been free
I don’t care any longer
I’m still getting stronger

Is that still another tale
A new fable of hope anew?
Getting out of loss' jail?
Which one is true?