Bitter Selfabsorbed Pap

An impact on the surface of my selfish little world,
It leaves a blight, an open gaping sore.
I tell myself that I will never pass this way again,
until my orbit brings me back for more.

I don't want to care anymore

You don't need to hate yourself, 'cause I'll do it instead.
The bile that I hold back could drown us all.
We bridged the space between to find a barrier.
My head cracks open as it hits the wall.

I don't want to stop hating.

If you won't make an effort, then you'll have to give it up.
All I want is to just let this go.
If you ever get around to making up your mind,
don't bother to try and let me know.