I am so, truly sorry.
I wish I could do more.
But, it seems, I can't save you,
Without killing myself, for sure.
And, I know, just how much
You've suffered all this time.
I feel all you don't understand
And I hear the words you mime.
But it would be the ruin of me,
Then that'd be us both:
Down in a ditch of aging filth,
Our lives, just stunted growth.
So, I will keep on living.
For the both of us, you see.
And I promise you, you will be fine.
Because you, are a part of me.