I no need no one's pity; you're the ones who actually need some; you who forgot to work up your minds with the damn flow of daily life, you who forgot to look into yourselves and question the norms you believe in every night... The norms some idiot invented at some point so that you can interfere others' lives with some fucking rights in your hands...

So, go fuck yourselves; leave me alone; I can cure my pain with time without anyone... There would be no pain with a unique one, though... Anyways... That I vomit my pain into poems doesn't mean I'm dead; not, yet... I'm breathing; isn't it enough?...