Fallen to The PIts of my Own Sad Mind

You did this, you left me here, had them throw me a way, out casted to the cold dark snow. Why? I waited for you as you ask like a good angel; you had them rip my wings from me. It hurts here and it's too cold. No one knows the horror of my sight because of you. Now i have been thrown deep down to the pits of my own sick and sad mind, and all i have to do is think of you, why i did this for you. Why would you do such a thing to the one you love? Loved, You did love me I know, and I will come back for you and when I do I will hurt you as you did me, and you will beg me for more and I won’t give in this time. For I'm now smarter, remembrance of me will never die in your mind. I try to forget you but my broken mind won’t let me get rid of you. I was so naive to your body and mind that I would have done more for you wait, I will be back for you and I will do it again a hundred times more for that is love. The waking eyes will never see me but you will feel it in your soul, where I will rip you away. For sleep brings no hope for you or I, and I despair. My only wish is to forget and they won’t let it be so. Where lies the end of my suffrage? Please just tell them to give me that one thing I desire, i asked with weakening breath and they only laughed at my sorrow eyes and beat me down to the pits once again to think of my old glory i once shared with you. The backward steps of love i had for you i can no longer touch, to reach the door i will never feel, for you took the key. You and all have failed one by one and i did all i could to be. No shadows lay on the ground i walk today, this day will never end i know just mid night that’s all I have, and your heart I will someday have between my fingers and never let go. I will sob, and make a lonely bed for me that you will never rest, when I am through my eyes are blank and I cannot see clear enough to know, what light the moon half way wasted gave the night you left me here, so alone I am never to share the day, so grey I feel, My broken head where I lie tired and wept for you, for I’m mad with nameless fear at what has happened. Why are you so lucky to not be here with me? One half of you is all i see, where the rest is in a bed of flowers with strange bulbs that will droop so cold for me.