Send us a blindfold, send us a blade.

This helplessness...
This uselessness...
I am helpless and useless.

This feeling of not being able to help my love, is terrible.

Sometimes, I get this feeling.
It feels like there's a whole in my chest, and it compresses and compresses but it just doesn't seem to disappear.

I really don't like that feeling.

It's the feeling of being really unhappy, and sometimes that feeling just comes to me...it just comes and goes constantly.

I don't want to make you sad by being sad, but I can't help but care for you.

Goodnight.
-Wallflower

P.S. I love you =]