There is a burden in my chest,
refusing to let me rest.

It feels like a heavy, cold, metal ring.
It only disappears when I sing.

It's fitted tightly around my heart,
threatening to tear it apart.

I try to forget,
but I'm blocked by regret.
I helplessly call out your name.
Hoping to feel a fragment of your presence.
Foolishly seeking shelter in your remembrance.

Even though I know,
it's more a poison than a cure.
How many moments like this
do I need to endure?

When will it stop being true?
When can I see sunlight,
and not think of you?

I'm sorry to say
that everyday

gravity wins and
heartache begins.