Indifference

Screams fly around my head
Yet i walk straight past
Pain revolving, red blotches on white
But this scar is ,my last

Such a sense of hoplessness
I can no longer take this
Anger leaves me torn, disheveld
Time passing on my wrist

Silent, empty, cold eyes stare
filled with so much pain
Yet in their sorrow depths theres hope
It is not in vain

Straying off the well-paved road
onto a less-traveled path
bloodstains lie in the way and cry
"Don't come here,please, turn back"

I listen to the tiny voices
turning upon my heel
wondering why i am here
WHat I'm supposed to feel