sickness

Remember when you told me that you would never leave?
When you made these fake, empty promises.
I believed you.
I put everything behind for the sake of your love.
And what did I win?
A broken heart that keeps beating automatically.
A misstreated body,
A black soul.
All I wanted was your love.
So tell me, if you have the guts:
What did I do to you?
What terrible sin did I comite?
I only kept in the shadows because you wanted it that way.
And I obeyed. Like an automata.
Like I was blind.
It's been a long time since your departure.
And yet the pain is still the same.
Intense, heavy, unbearable pain.
It won't kill me, I know.
But right now, I'd rather be dead.
Without you, I can't live.
Funny. Without me, you are just doing fine.