Things on my mind,
Can’t seem to find the right words
To write a verse
So they’re delivered in fragments
“Just preying on the little lamb”,
You’re so pragmatic you can’t
Even give a ****.
So I just feel everything you can’t.
You lack any capacity for empathy,
And in return it makes me scream
Internally -
Only longing,
For you to feel something,
Anything.
But it’s what I wouldn’t wish on my own
Worst enemy.
In the end,
It’s a blessing.
And maybe,
I’d still take feeling it all
Over nothing.
Haven’t posted anything in years. Hope you enjoy my ode to empathy