sick

My love has slipped into a black chasm,
I'm on top of a hurricane that can not stop
And I can not scream,
and I can not scream,
and I can not scream.
The voice is too dim because you scream at me,
and I feel helpless,
and I do not know what to do
and I want you to leave.
I feel not understand,
wounded, disappointed, once again.
and I can not say anything,
and I can not let off steam
and I have to endure.
we focus on things
on a cliff
and we complain if the wind causes us to fall down.
I extend my hand, you reject it and in doing so you fall: it's my fault.
fuck it to you.
you do not understand anything
and I'm tired.
And I'm sick.
And to me who comes to take me in this mess?!
And who will save me to me?!
You are so empty and I am so tired.