That voice and tone had once put me at ease,
Wanting even the least bit of it,
Any of it was a release.
Negativity had little to hold onto.
A bond was created,
Now unbreakable, despite how hard I try.
It's painful as it's tainted.
There's no ending this agony, is there?
Wanting more or less has only hurt.
Is there a choice I can make to ease it?
Your words have left me burnt.
Do you want me to just die?
I have loved you when all others hadn't.
You were alone as I once was
And now you're telling me I can't.
Have you lost all sanity, every drop?
Should I be worried?
Should I be concerned?
My insides are all hurried . . .
Ready to fail me any day.
This is not how it was meant to end.
There was never one fated.
To you, my remaining love I send,
As I try not murder the last of my trust in all . . .
