I know throughout my life I've been shy
how does that make you ask why
I'm not social like I should be
but being shy is just about me
I know at times I seem sad
I try to say that I'm not
but inside not saying the truth is driving me mad
this is what happens when I lie a lot
The truth is I can't take life anymore
it has stabbed me in my broken heart
because of you my heart has been torn
the torn part was your part
of my broken heart
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