I'm hurt, deeply hurt.
By your coldness, which I read as harshness.
I wish to leave this path, but I'm drawn back with no wish of mine.
It's hard on me, but for you probably it's just a game with an abandoned.
The pain is real. The reality hits. It daggers the heart.
But, with all these aches that surmounts me, I wish to be stabilized within me.

I now know that forgoing you is never with me. If not destined, I wish to part with these feelings. I'm suffering alone, when you are in your merry.