Not that it probably
Matters one little bit,
And not that I thought
I could cry any more,
But tonight I did.
It was so much so that
My soul felt the pain of
Your absence.
Why didn’t you just
Leave me alone to
Die in my own misery?
Why did you ever even bother with me?
Was I not better on my own?
Because surely this pain,
This agony, this misery,
This lack of existence
In your absence
Is more hell
Than I ever endured before
You rescued me.
