Wither

I wish I was as content as they are.

I noticed a different person when I opened my eyes.

Sometimes I recognize him, and sometimes I don't.

Whenever I saw him, I begged him to let me go and went insane trying to escape.

When I didn't know who he was, I asked him if he knew of a place called Deep Meadow where a gentleman was waiting for me, and if he could take me there.

He inquired as to who the gentleman was.

I shook my head and said, "I don't remember."

He pummelled a lot of things in anger, then pointed to me and said, "You can't even remember the name, but you still want to go back."

"What good do you think he is? He only liked you because you were sleeping in my bed!" He unleashed a torrent of insults.

I felt strangely sad and cried out that it was not true.

Panicked, he came up to hug me and wipe my tears.

But the moment he touched me, the skin on my body began to flare up.

The pain was also enjoyable. For a brief moment, the pain would clear my mind.

I said everything that came