there is no redemption for suffering. yours is the only broken heart. they don’t feel your pain, can’t acknowledge any feelings for you, or care to understand, it is your problem and yours alone. there is no justice or fairness in this life you will die waiting for karmic revenge while wasting your brain on useless little stories. go into a bar and ask how many have had breakups thrust at them, how many have suffered. there is no poor-me in a crowd.
time squandered hours days’ eons wasted waiting for shadows that materialize briefly then disappear like smoke in the wind snowflakes on a fire nice sounding words spoken for the sound they make the impressions they leave with no lasting image affect, or deeper meaning forgotten when queried believe the sound it’s what you want to hear you made it fit your love images and needs it soothes as it leads you to the depths of despair redemption comes after resolve when your blood is drained and there is no where to go but sit and listen understand you got here by choice and by choice and force of will you will redeem your self