When you go.

I know that it will end up this way.
And I can't take this anticipation.
Waiting for your suicide.
Waiting for your demise.

You tell me not to worry.
But oh, my darling,
Worries are the least of my problems.
This is killing me more than it kills you.

All I want is for you to be okay.
If you care so little about me.
Maybe my caring is wasted?
Don't leave me this way.