Blame Shifting, Hearts Breaking

I want to complain,
About the unfairness of it all,
When all I can do, really
Is lay in bed,
The semblance of a ball.

You left me sweating,
Swearing life and its complexities,
When all it results to, really
Is the death of my soul,
Among other casualties.

Anger strikes me again,
And again it claims, it blames
When all it clamors for, really
Is you bound by chains
Of uncertainty and me.

But, my love, my dearest,
I still want you without rest,
When does this pain end, really
Is it you who's at fault,
Or is it me?