This poem is for him prt1

How do i start a poem?
When I'm feeling nothing inside,
Feeling nothing but emptiness,
And rarther than live id die.

I write this poem for him,
Cos he's the only one keeping me here,
The only one who seems to keep me alive,
Who's not afraid to get too near.

See the thing is,
I'm frightened,
Frightened to hurt him deep,
Frightened that one day i cant take no more,
And i leave...
This makes him weap.

I'm scarred that Ill be the death of him,
For the death of me through the fate of love,
And when I'm gone,
This will cause him to cut.

Its sweet that he says,
If i die he dies too,
But he has a reason to live,
Unlike me,
If you knew...
(Not finished)