Must I Still Stay (Miss)?

Why do you want me to stay
(when it is so much better for me to go)?
Why do you want me to pay
(for all the times you couldn't let go)?
Wouldn't it be so much better for you to pray
(he wouldn't deal you another blow)
Or are you still caught up in your own fantastical play
(where no life is filled with sorrow)?

Miss, must I still stay?
I am wearied by life's ardous journey.
My heart lacks recompense
while my soul teems with condemnation
I can no longer play the role
of that ALWAYS-smiling, ever-giving man.

And yet, I still miss you.

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Wrote this a long long long time ago. Finally remembered to bring back the book which i wrote it in