When Something Dies...

It is high time, you choose you or me,

I can't explain every time, if you can't see,

I water that tiny plant with tokens of love for years,

I can't see you destroying, that growing tree.

I am on the verge of every trial, every effort,

I always tried to clean every negative dirt,

But, what if I will not be able to fight anymore,

Will you try to take me out of that sorrowful sea?

Perhaps one day, tears will dry and lips will not move,

Perhaps one day, I will be out of this beautiful roof,

You never know, what a broken heart can make you,

Will you try to heal my wounds, and make me pain-free?

My hopes are dying each time we fight,

This is what is killing me from the inside,

I fear that someday, I will not be the person I am,

Will you try not to give up and make me again...