What happens,
if your reason for living,
doesn't wants you anymore?
This happened to me,
I still don't know how to answer that question,
I still don't know how I am still alive,
if my reason for living, doesn't want me anymore.
There's a hole in my heart,
it has no end,
it's killing me forever,
I am becoming a ghost.
I am trying to be safe,
I am trying not to be a danger,
for all the ones around me,
not to notice the pain I am carrying.
I've been faking,
I've become an actress,
I am acting as nothing happened,
and just living something called ''life''.
I've lost the one,
I feared the most to lose,
I am falling in pieces,
I have no reason for living.
Someone answer my question,
someone save me from this pain,
someone make me stop pretending,
I am what I'm not.
I liek this piece..like alot. been there. dun dat. Great piece.
I like your style..so deep feelings..those wounds always bleed... Nice poem.
Sometimes pretenses are the wrong mask to don. Great poem! Keep writing. Keep living! God bless us all, so that we can keep on going on-MJG.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good one, your heart always bleed, you are always in sorrow, why? again, nice write, love you dear...10+