While I die out

I should say, like all living beings, that I don't know what dying is.

But I want to say that I feel like dying inside because of the words I have to say to you, so you keep on being happy with someone else other than me, so you don't feel the anxiety of leaving me, so you live on… while I die out.

I want to say but I can't without risking you. So I write it down, and hope that someone will match this feeling and find these words comforting, in the comfort all human beings feel when someone shares the same pain.

While I die out,

in painful scarlet tears
that tear my eyes and my skin,
that rip pain drops from within
and expose them outward,

you live on.

[aE.12Junho2024]