How Am I Supposed To Care

you cut deeper than i'll ever go your words undo these stitches so your laugh turns the world upside down and so no one's around to hear the sound of me hitting the ground and you hurt more than these wounds your face in front of me looms your smile takes my eyes and lets go of my hands so that i may land with my head in the sand and no one wants to be themselves anymore and having both two feet on the floor is just enough to start to restore the hinges on the rusty door that only leads to sanity you're living in a world where nothing shows and everything goes just as it's planned my thoughts of you grow and only i know how i want you to take my hand and lead me down to the place where your love races with the veins that over me reign and yet i just hear the strains of your distant song receding to where i cannot belong and over it all i cannot erase memories of your face and these words cut and paste into my own thoughts: "How am I supposed to care about you when you're hurting yourself?" How am i supposed to care.