Pity me
Pity me,
For I love you more than you love yourself.
For cursed flowers will one day flourish in this toxic land.
For my eyes have seen the gate into great despair.
For I walked among these men and wished the sky would swallow me whole.
For my fire cannot be dimmed, even in a room full of tears.
For only my wishes come true in dreams covered in dust
For I have longed and I h.ave loved,
But I have not lied and betrayed.
Only myself will I fill with those feelings.


















