A laughter of melancholy

It is just how it is.
To accept what they say about me;
I can't defend myself
So they win unanimously.

Cheer me down they call me names
Tell me I deserved it,
For I had no sense.
No empathy, no compassion to no degree.

A tendon burst then a bone broke
Like that every muscle split
Yes it was all my doing,
And yes I deserved it.

Deserved it to trust the malevolents
Over the mountain of tenderness,
My own heart surrendering to the heathens.
What an imbecile I was!

I only have glut of emotions
Where I constantly beg to drown me out.
Which smoulders my lungs into paper
Turns into dust with mere touch.

Laughed at the fool I was,
Must be immortalized in museums.
Yet managed to save my last breath
The girl still can survive.

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