and again i start to wonder if i am pitying myself or if the world is really just cruel,
if i am evil or if my kindness has been much too abused,
if i am wrong for wanting something
if i am wrong for being exhausted.
YOU ARE READING
lament
Non-Fictionnot for the things i've lost, nor for my woes, but for the hopes uninvolved i shredded in my ignorance.
