The
pain is intense, a ripping of the heart
How
much more can I stand?
Is
this the way it has to be?
I
know it should be better
I
know I am at fault
I
cant live up to it
The
standard is too high
Mere
mortals have no hope
To
attain the perfection you require
How
do I cope, what do I do?
The
time invested is so great
Do
I walk away, as though it was nothing?
What
do I do, I was good enough once
But
now I don’t make you happy
You
are angry all the time
I
irritate you
I
can no longer stand it
The
silence is slowly killing me
I
am drained, I am weary
The
life has leached from me
I
have no energy left to give to you
My
reserves are gone
I
need to set you free to search
So
you may gain what you are looking for
I
am no longer what you want
I
cannot fulfil your needs
It
is finally over
By
Prerafaelite © July 2001.