It doesn't matter

it doesn't matter.
no matter what i try i still think.u.
tried closing these eyes but somehow
my mind relied on it to pass time...
it doesn't matter.
suffered in silence just to keep this a secret..
words are to sweet...
i need them.these thoughts consumed me..&..
it still doesn't matter.where do i store this feel?
keep it hidden in thebackyard till another time.
if time allows.somehow i'm no longer a believer
in time or space.excuses used to erase &
not embrace our fears ....yet it didn't matter.
wrap these feelings in plastic so they won't
splatter.tip toed around to keep from making
any sounds..as i conclude...what really mattered?
i'm so confused as to what it all means...
my thoughts, feelings, space, time and
lack of words.
should it matter?