Friends - Is it a job to you? An obligation?
if so, leave me behind and pursue your own measures.
Jump ship on who are stuck in distress, for people like you, can erase compassion.
More than a blooming flower, wilted. Tears can burn but never transpire.
The neglected forever remain sterile. The wilted forever, hailed as fallen.
- It’s you, not me, beneath the facade of deception, These tears and cuts, were not my conception.