Song To The Hurt Ones


My thoughts are far too weak to be saving souls.
My heart is a home, and the home is so sad,
not when it is empty
but when it carries the burden of responsibility.

I did not ask you to love me,

not even to empathize.

My solitude has been good to me,

because too much expectation of care will

cause someone to go mad.

 
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