My mind has too fond a latch
On complacency with sadness
You wouldn't want me to hurt myself
Or hate my mind
Would you, Little Love?
I want to make the promise
To end such things
Yet it terrifies me
I am afraid to grow
It lets in more room for pain, if possible
Yet you brought a light into my world that I believe can combat it.

Though you are free from pain and therefore free from this life,
I must hold onto the influence of your light.