I who cries her soul out to you,
Don’t wanna behold you weeping over,
Want to understand, when you are happier.
You are the deepest secret I found fascinating.
To the world, you are mine, for me you are quandary.
Destroy when with you still wanna be
Yourself is the only thing that would help.
When I see you with someone sin,
Even when I embark on letting you go.
I attempt to murder myself in the desire to help
Am I in love with your bruises I implore,
The only thing that I want is you in the end.
One by one these imaginations are harming.
“Who am I?” I interrogate myself,
“Need” for him and a “yearn” for yourself.
The world you live in is his, but you are still living in your fate.
Healing will work for you, believing in him for him.