"i'm not looking for a relationship!"
"you're just a friend to me!"
"i used to like you too, you know!"
stop it! cut the sympathy!
you look at me with your sad, sad eyes
like i'm some animal filled with misery
i'm a human being too
i don't need your sympathy!
i'll spend the rest of my time with you
as the object of your pity
everything you offer is some sort of help
i don't want your sympathy!
the man who once imprisoned you
says he wants to sent you free
yet you'll always be in bondage
how's that for sympathy?
you cry "how can i help you?"
simple, leave me be
you took my heart and broke it in two
and it won't be healed with your sympathy
About the Creator
amanda e
young adult. vegan. minimalist. political. reader. filmmaker. and many more.
The Reluctant Reporter
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
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