I am living,
But I am dead.
My heart has
Been carved out
By the idea of
"Death do us part".

He has gone so far away
Where my arms cannot reach.
Where my voice lingers in the shadows.
Where my love withers in darkness.
Where my warmth ceases to exist.

I've made a river flow
Full of thousands of tears,
But these tears are not
Shown on a mask.
They are shed within
As my body
As my mind
And as my heart
Is torn to shreds
By each tear that
Is created.

My thoughts
Are filled of nothing
But them.
Circling the phrase
"It could've change'
Or
"It's my fault".

But one thing
Is certain
That these words
My heart says
But is unspoken
"I love you"
Is closed with
Honesty.