I could say that you're the last longing breath to my lungs,
My sunshine in the darkest days.

I could say that you make me smile,
Even when I forget how to.

But in reality,
Where sufferings happen in the world,
As you happen to me,
You were just an ache to my heart.
As the wounds are to the flesh,
You existed to make me suffer.

And I wanted to exist,
So that you wouldn't ever have to cry.