(She endured everything
tolerated me beyond my limit
but never said a word to me
I salute her with all my might)
There's a girl, who was 'The girl'
The girl used to be all my dream...
My lunatics, some fanatics and my ego
made her life, surely, a lot more dim...
She too wanted a life, who doesn't?
To enjoy her days, make many friend...
I killed her time, the time of her life
And then I slept peacefully in my bed..
She gave me so much, purpose of my life
At times, making me feel so special...
She gave me joy, I mistook it for pain
I forced myself into utter denial....
My perceptions were so negative
Never cared what she went through
Just became the villain of her life
What a nice gift to somebody so nice? ? ?
Thats me...Truely me...Thats the bloody me
Care for those who never care for me
And never ask them...who truely care for me! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is put together quite finely. Bien!