My Broken Breath

So what happens now?
Which way do I turn?
One road leads me to you.
But the other one leaves me alone.

Neither choice is good.
For while one has my heart whole
It leaves my soul to die.
But the other has me breathing shallow.

Why is it that no path can be happy?
That no choice can be the best?
To live without a soul is heartless
But having a broken heart kills the soul.

If it’s hard to tell, I can’t get over you.
I know I should, but you have me too deep.
Running away does no good
For I always seem to run in circles.

Your love is slowly killing me.
My pain is quickly growing.
Soon there will be nothing left of my heart
And you’ll hold the last breath of my broken soul.