One last time.
What those words mean to me
They are final
They are pleading
They are hopeless.
I do not wish for them to sound from my lips
Yet my lips know their shape so well.
How could I let this happen?
Will people not be angry?
How did it come to this?
While my love pours from my heart
To something I should not have
People around me are failing
In mind, in body, in heart.
Is this not all to be blamed on me?
When the walls close in around them
And they have nothing left to hope in
Will they not scorn my name for where I've put them?
There is still hope.
Yet my lips form these word as well.
Are not my lips to guilty to give them hope?
And how can they believe me?
My mind is as withered as theirs.
Happiness cannot be mine, I think.
They will hate me forever,
Even after I am gone.
Still, I would have dearly liked it
One last time.