I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all of my childish fears, and if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave, your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away of of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears, and I've held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
but now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears, and I've held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, and though you're still with me,
I've been alone all along

-- Evanescence

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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save where you are how happy you make those.
  So true a fool is love that in your will,
  Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

-- William Shakespeare

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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land; when
You can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me: you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.

-- Christina Georgina Rossetti