his love

December 26, 2010
I scream out at the top of lungs
As the pain of him enters my mind
As the thought of leaving me
I cry at his feet begging him
To stay with me
That I will change for me
That I will give him anything
I became so fallen
From his love
He torment me
So deeply that cuts me in pieces
Just his words kill me little by little
But at the same they give me a passion
A passion to keep living on
Not to end my life with unfinished business
Not to end my soul with an ugliness
Not to end my sight with madness

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