Emotionally dead,
All happiness dreaded,
Can't really sleep without thinking why,
Kept my cool smiled and waved only because I had no idea what to say,
Heard but never thought it possible,
Was caught by surprise the shock was incredible,
I choose not to feel it the intense pain,
Betrayed by my own heart and so now I keep it out of sight,
You dint wanna hurt me so you hurt me,
Now that you are done with me we are through,
Insignificant heart of mine,
Had too much fantasy wine,
Now I live in pretence,
Killing emotion's very existance,
Too much pain at the thought of you,
Yet at the same time never had a smile so true,
My six degrees of seperation,
I, still choice-less in your decision,
Will pick up the pieces of my broken heart,
Stitch them together even though I can't seal these scars shut,
Only regrate I have is that at the end of the day am not the one to make you happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem