08/26/2019
Don’t tell me of your stories
No more of your life
Don’t tell me of your lonely feelings
Just keep them in disguise
For I can no longer hate you-
no, I couldn’t get mad
Knowing all the things that hurt you
makes my stupid spirit sad
I wish I could just rage over
the littlest mistakes I know
But knowing what you’re going through
makes it harder for me to do so.
Empathy… sometimes I wish I had none.
Sparkles and Poetry 