I've stayed up hundreds of nights,
contemplating whether to leave or stay.
And I always come to the same conclusion;
that it will be better for both of us if I leave you.

But every single time..
I come back.
Because when I try to go,
it feels as if I have no world to live in.

There is no earth beneath my feet,
wind in my hair,
or sun on my skin.

You were my earth,
and my wind,
and my sun.

It just feels like when I take myself away from you,
I am killing myself inside.
I guess I die no matter what I do.
I can't go..

Because suicide's a sin, right?