Cynicism Stories

My heart has been wounded,no solace in sight.No arms offer comfort.Nor ears hear my plight.No eyes see my discomfort.No heart touched by my pain.Profoundly alone.Steadily going insane.Lips mouthing voices.Ears hearing whispers and screams.Or is that the sound,of shattered dreams?Lungs struggle to breathe.Mind barely aware.If I died tomorrow,would anyone really care?  

Now gather ye round, All you men, young and old, For mine is a tale, You’ll seldom be told. Oh darling, I love you. Please promise you’re true, And I will spend all my life, Loving no-one but you. You have been told women, With their puppy dog eyes, Want treating like royals, But it’s all fucking lies. I’m a lady, who needs love, Needs intellect and wit. I cannot give my virtue, To a boy who’s a shit. They want you to mak...