no one mourns the {wicked}

     —no one cries “they won’t return!”

              (no one lays a lily on their ɢʀaνe)

mechanicalhart:

                                                             _{and i’m l o n e l y; ^{there, i said it}
                       i’m lonely but it’s { hard to admit it }
           when everybody thinks that you’re fine all the time and you’re not}