Aching eyelinds,

but a thumping leg.

Smiles on lips,

but a heart that is dead.

Hyper thoughts,

but a tired mind;

looking for answers

that I cannot find.

I just want to fade.

I don't want to be here,

cause I'm living in a haze

of love and fear.

I fear that she will run

if I tell her I love her.

I know that I am done

if I try and live without her.

Maybe death is the best.

Maybe death is the answer.

But agony is the best

as long as I'm with her.