I Suffer..

I suffer, from a part of me,
Dead and left behind that no one may see..

I weep not, neither cry,
For long days have gone by..
These cheeks once tear stained,
Have I known cried in vain..

Numb they may have become,
But they don't believe in giving up, she'll come..

But do I want that any longer,
We won't ever be together..

That I know for sure indeed,
For what I had sown has not/will not be reaped.

Then why carry this deadweight,
Why can't I get my mind straight?