12I lie on the floor, around my own body I am curled
I can't see through the tears; they block my vision of the world
Gasping for breath through the sobs, they rob my breath
Feeling the pain through my soul, this is worse than death
Please, don't do that to go away
If you must, then stay
It will hurt me, I know
Both ways hurt me, but I can't let it show
If I do, I will lie
If I don't, you will die
Which is worse, I wonder?
Make you die or live longer?
A/N: This was created a long time ago... I just didn't post it... Until I came up with the last four lines. It's not my usualy style, but then again, my style at the moment is slightly rubber-band-ish. grins sheepishly