I know I’m cruel.
I know your plight.
But do you think I care?
For I am to die.
To become a memory
Trapped within
The pages of Time.
I am nothing.
I try to be.
But you,
My little angel,
Know better than all others,
That I am nothing to ever be.
And so I spend
What time I have left
Being cruel to you
To know that for now
I am still alive.
For now at least
I can pretend
I am something.
