14/11/2024, Thursday
12:07 a.m.
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it is a tremendous grief that consumes me. what have i done wrong? why am I facing retribution for crimes I've never commited? i have been begging for answers for so, so long. but I am denied that comfort by this unforgiving pain. belittled by myself to the point of mediocrity, i don't know what I am worth anymore. does anybody hold me in regard? am i cherished? sometimes the line between care and tolerance seems to blur. a gaze of sympathy and that of contempt both seem to be the same. perhaps they are the same; afterall, I am undeserving of love. i have encroached and gluttonized on this lush, plentiful meadow of love for too long. and now, the flowers and grass have begun to wilt. everything under my feet and before my eyes has rotted to dust. i remain, in the midst of it all; still standing, and yet defeated. like the life around me, i too have crumbled.
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