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He drowns me in sorrow,
and the choices he makes.
I suffer because he does,
I ache because his soul aches.
He won't let me be,
because I love him.
To him I should eliminate this heartache.
I should take it as my own.
He doesn't quit see it only adds to mine,
and makes me insane.
How can I possible heal his heart?,
when all he does is break mine.
Why would I want this?
I was broken when he met me.
For him I try.
I try and I try,
because I do not want my love to whither.
It's killing me tho.
My love is killing me.
For him I will try.
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