I am more wretched than I thought I could ever be.
Again, falling under the illusion that this could work out, I have no more control over my own emotions.
But I know this is not right nor do I have any chance in getting out this fight alive.
Yet droplets of you keep seeping into my empty heart.
Overflow with thoughts of what could be and what should be,
I spend every languishing days searching for traces of you that you left behind.
I need you. Or I shall say, I need you to need me.
