I used to hate apathy,
chewing on ice, Burning my fingertips With the matches I searched For hours to obtain.
Wearing warmer or lighter clothes,
So I'd sweat off three pounds Under the summer sun, Or I'd shiver in the snow, just to caress the goosebumps on my arms.
I dug my fingers into my skin,
Searching for nerves, Or the heart I wasn't sure Actually existed.
I forgot what depression used to be for me.