"Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her....". . What to say? [she is so beautiful, she'd never want me]. Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually].
My wretched flesh stings just adding to my pain. I must not live, I am a curse. What have I done?. She was the only one, my life now meaningless. Merely wasting flesh.