Ignorant bliss…

Just how exactly do you cure a lonely heart, anyone know… Cause I’m not exactly sure.
My heart longs for him you see, longs with a complete desperation that makes my heart churn three times faster…
This disease… My body limp and frail to an almost immobile function.
I feen for this cure you see, because without it I’m afraid the incessant thoughts will soon rotten my frame to the core…
And as I lie and decay, I’m sure that even to my death, he won’t even know the amount of pain he’s causing.