At times, I ponder if I\'m better gone,
Cause I\'ve witnessed my loved ones hearts forlorn.
You wonder why would they fight from dusk to dawn,
It\'s just for me, they bear this bond.
I’m the glue that binds them for twenty-three years and more,
Yet, their desires wish the other\'s end,
Their words, like swords, inflict wounds and tears,
Yet, for my sake, they keep on scripting life\'s verse.
They\'ve sacrificed their lives to form mine,
Built a castle of pain where I supine.
Bruised and hurt to make me smile,
They fight, but for me, they\'ll reconcile.
Though they despise each other, they still remain,
To ensure my life lacks nothing in any domain.
I wonder if my presence is a curse,
Robbing their happiness, making it worse.
I wish to lift this weight,
And restore their lives to a happier state.
But I fear it\'s too late to undo this thread,
Sometimes I feel I am better off being dead.