This time always came;
the lights shut off,
the screen goes blank.

Eyes glaze over,
interest starts to fade –
Time moves slower,
minutes feel like days –

Nothing’s worth the price I paid.

By now it’s become commonplace
for me to stop caring,
Speaking to me invades my personal space,
thanks for sharing,
go away.

Disinterested, I disengage.

The promises people always break
mean less and less
after each one’s made.

I’m not getting what I expected
just another unfair trade
I ran out of Give A Shit
I exist in what I create.

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