My dear.

If I stick my finger in a flame,

I will still feel the pain,

But does that even matter to you, my dear?

If I sat and cried,

Wishing that I died,

Would you even comfort me, my dear?

If I raped my arms around you neck,

My body as cold as a snow speck,

Would you notice the pain, my dear?

If the darkness embraced me,

And in my solitude I couldn't see,

Would you save the sanity, my dear?

My dear, if only you could see,

That you meant everything to me,

But you left.