I don't want your attention, if anything it's something I'm trying to evade. To no prevail. I'd ask the earth to open up beneath me, but the earth owes me nothing, and I don't want to give you the chance to artificially mourn. It would be more to my taste to fade, I want to fade away until I barely exist and am forgotten in the 'real' world, until I disappear completely. But don't offer me sympathy as I have no emotions to give back. Don't worry as I have no doubt the next place will be better, it has to be. Even Lucifer himself couldn't think up my own personal hell as bad as this one. Though I'll let you keep the shattered promises.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Lachrymose
PoesíaLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
