In My Veins

I only wanted to heal you.

There is nothing more to it.

I did not love you. Or want you.

So long as I had solved your sadness, I would have packed your bags and watch you leave.

But, there was only so much life I had lived to sacrifice for you.

You were not the only patient I held in my heart.

I wanted to heal everybody.

Though, I did not have enough of me to share.

So, I withered.

My future suffers.

The skin I own is translucent and sensitive for I discarded too much of it to bandage the wounds of those in pain.

I swallowed their suffering.

Now it is in my veins.