Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.

You’re too much.

You must like to be sad at lunch.

Just get over it.

You should have more grit.

You make everything about you.

The things you’re saying aren’t true.

Maybe I am too sensitive.

Maybe so many things shouldn’t hurt me.

I was trying to show you something,

but you refused to see.

I guess, you’re right, I’m what’s wrong with me.

–S.

Price Check.

What’s the price for a moment of your time?

What’s the cost for a simple hug?

What’s the amount for sparing a moment of love?

I know you’re not to blame for all of my vices,

but all of these prices –

caused emotional slices,

while everyone assumed you were the nicest.

–S.