Though I try to smile and keep my composure,
something's keeping me from returning to the
heart that screwed me over.
Nights like this I wish that my head would cooperate,
though times I felt nothing but the need to disintergrate.
I smile through the pain and I
live with half a heart,
restless evenings spent disecting what
kept me together, and what tore me apart.
Though I try to decide what I try to hide,
I'll try to keep my composure and I'll try to smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem