If

If I told you,
I'm leaving tomorrow
and shan't return,
because of the sorrow.

Would it be upsetting,
if I asked to borrow,
more words of sadness,
until the next morrow?

The love you have given,
is being taken away.
Life appears to be over,
while I hope and pray.

Please let me be.
Don't tell me it's good,
for of all the words,
I want not to be misunderstood.