Apr 12 2014
I still care for you
You’re worried for my health, you said
You’re worried I won’t cope.
My means are slightly too extreme –
a pill, a cut, a rope.
You’re worried I might cry, you said.
You’re scared I’ll never heal
I don’t deal well with pain or fear
At least, right now, I feel.
You’re worried that I’ll hurt us both
In fact, I know I did
I know it’s hard, I know it hurts,
We can’t ignore this – God forbid.
You’re worried I’m not sure of this
I’m kind of worried, too.
I know it’s time to let you go
But I still care for you