Stop it, your pain is ripping through me. I have a prickly, protective outer shell composed of sarcasm and ill manners; it keeps you safe- it keeps you away from me. I'm numb enough to be blind but not dumb enough to be ignorant. You want my help so of course I accept but humans aren't curable, so I'm left with this knowledge whilst you leave satisfied to have shifted the blame. You're hurt but you'll get over it, while I'm hurt but carry your burdens for you anyway. My arms shake with the weight wishing I could just let go however, I no longer know where I end and my problems begin.
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryLachrymose /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.
