I can feel.
I can sense.
The joy you have.
It is from me.
You take it from me.
Giving me only pain
You leave me to whittle away.
You leave joyously
I sit here dying.
My pain never ending.
This heart of mine aches.
Every second I see pains me.
It is breaking my soul.
At my heart, at my mind.
I am in pain.
You are the cause.
You ignore me.
You refuse to see me.
Perhaps I can force you.
But until you look at me…
I will be in pain.
Soul –scarring…
Heart-breaking…
Mind-warping…
Excruciating…
Pain.