You take a razor to my soft skin
And draw it roughly down
You never do it
But you think it
You lock me out in the cold winter
And watch me slowly freeze
You never do it
But you wish it
You drop me in the churning water
And see me struggle and drown
You never do it
But you dream it
You spit comments in my face
And look as I writhe in pain
You never do it
But you believe it
You see me and walk away
And know that I am hurt
You always do it
It’s called apathy