The petrifying truth

I didn't mean to lie.
Lie to myself or others.
I didn't mean to be something I never was.
I just wanted to walk
forever by her side.
At least that's what I thought.
She called me Isyami.
Isyami, like the bird.
She taught me things, people is meant to learnt.
Therefore I read, I sang,
I wrote and counted stars.
Did all but sleep and eating.
One day she got confused.
Confused but not lost.
She was able at least to make me call the doctor.
She was getting too old,
and her memory slower.
But she would be okay.
She's okay, but not me.
The doctor call me a thing.
That is how I found out tham I'm but a recorder.
And now I cannot move
or speak or save her day.
I can't process this all.

I honestly hope this wasn't really written by a brainless. Because, how sad would that be?
It is a somehow detached version of the usual sad songs of The Surface, but it could have been written like that on purpose to make it (ironically) more emotional, or it could just be Sigil trying to copy their style and failing.
But she says that she's not making it up, that it happened. She never lies to make her stories interesting (I think).
I wonder if something like this would create Shards too.