Dead boy's poem

If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it. Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears. For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality, where being wanted became a thrill. I never knew... The sweet piano writing down my life.
Teach me passion for I fear... it's gone. Show me love, hold the lorn. So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me. I'm sorry!! Time will tell... I live no more to shame, nor me nor you.
And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore...