My stomach hurts,
And it feels as though I am going to throw up.
But I don't care.
I shiver in the cold wind,
And turn my head as it slaps my face making my cheeks burn.
But I don't care.
My fingers roast over the hot fire,
And the skin peels from me in charred black peels.
But I don't care.
My head throbs at the thought of reality,
And it feels as though its going to explode.
But I don't care.
The ground disappears,
And I fall through a dark world.
But I don't care.
My breaths get shallow,
And I cease to exist.
But I don't care. . .
