It feels like I am lost out at sea, my problems splash as the waves, and my loves are deep down, too far down, out of my reach. Hate and a sense of loss and hopelessness wet my clothes, dampen my hopes, and wash away all thoughts of happiness. It feels as if I never loved, nor was ever loved in the first place. Hopelessness in all and everything is for me; I am a dying fire, burning away, until there is nothing else left other than the waves.
I should not be here, out at sea, in the water, drowning, screaming for help, knowing nothing is there for miles, ages, eons. I am alone, and yet I still wonder, how I got here, why. Why you subject me to this torture, of being lost at sea. I have nothing to do; you left me with nothing, nothing to live on. You did this to me; you left me here, out at sea, with no one, nothing, all alone, as I feel.
Why did you leave me, lost at sea, no land to be seen, and no world to feel?
Did you leave me since you stopped loving me, since you lost the part in your heart which was for me? Yet I still love you, even if you would chain me to a rock, and leave me there, I would always love you, even if you are not mine.
Can you let me go? If you would, I would be forever in your debt, as long as I am not lost at sea as I was. Just let me go, go, away from my torture of being lost at sea.