A deep cut.
That's how my pain feels
I don't get it, do you?
Emptiness in my heart and soul,
not being able to feel warm.
My soul slips through the tips of my fingers
not being able to catch it before it disappears.
We are strangers
We haven't met before
Those were my first thoughts when you came.
Now I know you very well, but there's a problem
I don't want you here
I don't want you anymore
My heart aches and breaks
Thinking to myself,
"Why did you chose me to torture?"
"Why me?"