My dilemma is very common,
My disease is widely spread,
Dreamers call it love,
Some call it foolishness,
Others call it blindness,
I call it misfortune,

I like her,
I like him,
I want to devote my life to him,
But I like her,
And he likes her,
He loves her,
He burns for her,
He would die for her,

What to do?
What to do when you are struck by a fatal arrow released by a blind baby?
What to do when the sweet peaceful sleep is stolen from you?
And all that remains is inert numbness and the thousands of thoughts and emotions that devour, tear, and destroy you?

What to do when you know you can't gather the shattered pieces of your broken heart?
Can't “brace yourself for a supreme effort”?
Can't “stretch to your full capacity”,
And can't “stand up to your full stature”?

What to do when you are conscious of your failure? Of your End?

You want to wave the white flag, escape, but you can't release yourself from the strings of love,
You are a ticking bomb waiting to explode,
A raging volcano waiting to erupt...
And you ask yourself...What's next?
Where does life lead me?
What does it leave me?

Certainly not a mind, because I lost sanity,
Certainly not a soul because it was stolen from me and is withheld by someone else
And certainly not a heart, because its wounds are so deep, so profound, that they leave....

An eternal scar