He had the hands,
That held my heart.
He had the decision,
So he ripped it apart.
Little pieces,
Too small to hold.
One small lie,
I was left to mold.
Drink away the sorrow,
Fight away the pain.
But everyday,
I go a little more insane.
Inside my head,
I forget the world outside.
But no matter what,
This pain I can't hide.
Inside this coma,
I'm dead.
He never loved me,
No matter what he said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No matter what he said.. dont say about death. nice