Crying Pity


If I let go.
Let go of myself.
I would leave,
My heart on the shelf.
If I escape,
Escape life.
I would stab,
Myself with a knife.
But everything fits,
In one little box.
Everything cries,
Sympathy sucks.
But maybe if we try,
To not get in it.
We might be able,
To stop sinning.

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