Sympathy is overrated

I sit in shock
A state of shock
Hear the rythmic ticking of my fragile clock
The clock inside me, that others mock (I've heard you talk)

A time bomb, waiting to implode
I stumble up stairs, my eyes are blurred
Remembering happy things, that may have occured
In my life, they are few.
In my head, there are two
Right next to my ticking time bomb of betrayal
Of hatred, of lies, of disappointment
of gried, or tears
of sickness and fears

I find myself face down
down on my floor,
attempting to remember the one I adored
The truth washes over me, right down to my core
My centre, my being, my essence
My irritating presence

My eyes bloodshot, my cheeks blotched,
I can't move on
Others are tired, I'm not playing games
Sympathy is overrated
Harmony is not created
My life cannot be fated
merely hated
Loathed
From my head
to my toes
Every square inch
Every muscle, every bone
I am not another clone
a mainstream drone

My attatchment, my devotion
Falling out of me, a cluster of emotion
I am unable to retrieve, to recieve
I will not believe
I will not concieve these lies
I will not forget
I will,
remember
From spring, to winter
From October to September
The burning ember
my burning ember
of hope,
I keep
I regret, I can't forget
So just let,
me weep
So just let,
me breathe

Don't leave..