Empty tears stream down my face
As I sit here pondering upon my existence.
I fear growing old more than I do dying.
I'd say I want to grow old with you, but I'd be lying.
I have found the companionship I have always wanted.
Yet I can't fine myself content.
As much as I love you, I still desire the day that my heart stops beating.
I'm sorry that's how I am feeling.
These thoughts torture me.
The day they stop will be that day I stop breathing.