I'm standing in front of the door
I'm not sure
should I try it
I escape so often from it
He's so perfect
I'm not as perfect
as he would me
to be
I'd leave my life behind me
and begin another one
but I'd be caught in a painting
'cause nobody's listening
Everyone ignors me
and I crying out
all the pain from my soul
I'm falling in a supermassive black hole
This is the door to my own hell
this is the door where the pain is not enough
where he always screams
where she often crys
I hate it so much
my life, this door
sometimes I'm crying
'cause everybody's always lying
Yeah sometimes this world seems a very bitter place. Wish all the best and hope your bad days will be gone soon. I have enjoyed your poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As your “pre-reader” all I can tell you is I really love this poem, I mean I'm the only one here but you who knows what it's really about but I could imagine that people who don't have a clue might also like it. What's very special about this poem is how you worked with the background, the idea with the painting is very good but like the last two lines best they are yeah more than words can describe, I use to say more than paper can take, just more than perfect, perhaps that's because you first wrote what's caused and then you explained why it's caused but I don't know and that's why I love this poem, poetry at all =.)