toil

People, tired. Avoid disgust, I wonder. Love failed, men, man, failed. It takes a toil on many things. Hypocrisy, contradiction between accepting and unforgiveness. Mistakes on impulse; implications, pray they not be. You're begging, I begged. Caring doesn't feel the same anymore, absence. Words that hit on the surface and doesn't seep in, barely touching a nerve. A warm hug but I feel the cold from the aircon instead. Something once treasured and sacred, reduced to ranks similar to commodities. I question myself why I even do this. I hate my actions, i'm ashamed. Now these take toil on me. URGH