I'm sick of love
My heart doth rot
For the difference in reality
And what I had thought
It would be.
I've loved too much
My heart doth break
And the pain of decisions
Every day I wake
Is too great.
I've prayed for clarity,
But my God won't hear,
Though I beseech Him earnestly
With bitter tears,
On my knees.
I long for the sleep of death.
