• A dozen reasons why they tell me to go away.
    A milllion reasons why I continue to stay.
    The hundreds of tears that drenched my pillow at night,
    the dreams that took over my lovesick mind.

    I scream internally.
    I pound my fists against the wall.
    I bite my lip,
    but I suffer alone.

    When will the time come when I can look away?
    Where there is no anguish? No pain.
    When desire does not cloud all rational thought and life does not painstakingly go on and on.
    My soul is weak, my will nonexistant.
    I can't fight.
    I cannot withstand the weight of the burden I've created for myself.

    You're making my existance heaven being with you,
    you're making my fragile life hell.

    And now, I spend the rest of my life with you.
    A common blood bond linking us together,
    it is not our destiny but our sick fate.