Dedication: My friends of the north.

I remember quite well
That day when I gave someone my all
All that I received were curses and the pain of words
Lonely, devastated and exhausted, was it truly my fault?
If it was then I am sorry
If you don't accept my apology, it matters not
I wasn't apologising to you, but to my lord.

Trying to accept the truth and burning pain,
I lay motionless, helpless, all by myself
Am I really worthy of love?
Suddenly someone asked me if I was alright,
I looked up, surprised, and met my friend's concerned eyes
He was from the far north, a distant land.
He travelled far to see if I was fine.
Surprised as ever, I thanked him, but he said it wasn't time for that.
He gazed sadly at my wounds, and asked about the pain.

Do not judge me, I was lonely,
I bleed for my own sins.
The ceaseless loneliness
Is enough to...