Truth Is Poetry
I Fucking Care to Much
By: Craig A. M. Goines
Why the fuck do I care so much?
Why do I get feelings for everything I touch?
I lust for love because sex is always there.
I want to do shit without a fucking care.
I hate the fact that I still hold feelings.
Why can’t I just through them the fuck away?
Why when I think I find love,
I think of those I can hurt?
Those who still like me,
And those who would hurt?
Why do I care what others say?
Fuck them it’s my life anyway!
Why should I care what others feel?
Come on lets be for real.
Why can’t I say "fuck you"?
And leave it at that?
No,
Instead my heart gets attached.
Why the fuck am I your friend,
After you did me wrong?
Why the fuck do I like you still,
And you broke my heart?
What the fuck is my problem?
Why do I care so fucking much?
Why do everyone I meet,
Touch my fucking heart?
Why am I so strong?
With a heart so big?
Someone help me answer these questions in my head.
But then again,
Why the fuck do I care?
