why cant they see how this all affects me
they drag me along for the journey
up, down. twist around, im getting hurt all the time
I hear things they don’t know I hear
I see the way the love died
I see the miss communication
why cant they ever see me
I know things cause Im just the middle person
they both care but don’t put two in two together
I try and stay strong I want the past to come back
the pain will raise each morning
boxes piles up and go down
tears will run and numbers will fade
I will die looking into water of a dirty creek
but my souls stay alive with in the wall of an empty house
the walls and I only know what went down all those quite nights
no one speaking anymore
hearts have been broken and held together by a strand of hope
been cut in half by harmful words
love is dead god is here and I am left in a hole
and its dark, shed some light on me
let me see again who I am
what am I suppose to do
the shoes are gone
and memories come flying back
to the time where I used to take them and hide them away
and still you can see the bare footed man walking in the night
it was cold but still walking to another time
I am not the one to be asked what went wrong
my opinion is not to be heard
and my mouth is concealed with knowledge and will not tell a soul
for I am the one seeing my life pass me by
forgetting the worse it all comes back
a year was gone and at last I was happy
all is swept away with a shout
my love was here my love was real
was it I who never showed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem