Stones beg for tears; though they can't feel them, it's a comfort to know they were there

I don't think I do it for attention. I think... I hope... it's for the words, the expression, not the want, but the need. I have nothing interesting to talk about. No meaning. Not even strife, it's lost. You would understand.... that's why you don't need to know. You already do. The same bullshit. Always the same. The cold hard steel... her beauty... suicide, my queen... It won't come to that. I couldn't hope for something better... it exists... but you're right... I don't deserve it. You continue on your way. I'll find mine eventually. Thanks for the company though, I enjoyed it while I knew how to appreciate it.