Why do
you get to
be happy
again
When
I don’t?
Why do
you get
to love
again
When
I won’t?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Why do
you get to
be happy
again
When
I don’t?
Why do
you get
to love
again
When
I won’t?
It’s killing me. This guilt. Every time I go out. I speak to someone and I feel guilty for laughing. I talk about you and I feel guilty for crying. I feel like every one is watching me, secretly whispering, and I feel guilty for being such an arrogant prick. I think everyone is judging me, pitying me and I feel guilty for not having more faith in people.
So I’m just going to stop going out. As it will finish me off eventually. This guilt.
Paltry, trite sentiment
Faux hurt and pain
Superficial, artificial compassion
Feigned sadness and tears
You've got no fucking idea how this really feels
Grief Vampire
Just piss off back to your crypt
And leave me in peace