Baneful crying, inside me dying.
Wounded pride, and tiredly cried.
Childish fit, or midnight sit?
Eyes all red, and half of me dead.

Part of me pulled away,
To die in parts unknown.
Never to return my way,
Forever to follow and roam.

Fitful sleep, I lie and weep.
Stomach churn, and heartache burn.
Numbness settles in, along my trembling chin.
Oblivion is near, dried now is the tear.

He loves me not at all,
But I will love forever.
He heard not my call,
But forget him? Never.