The blood has dried up
The pain faded away
The scars are invisible
But the memory lingers on...
The memory of being rejected
By everyone, everywhere
And wanting to fade away
Forever
When the attempt failed
Forcing me to linger on
I hated every breath
Like knives forced down my throat
What had I left to live for?
Rejected by my parents
Called a freak by my friends
What motivation is that?
But then I met you
You saved me from death
You made me want to live
You were a silent hero
But you will never know:
I do not only love you
I an forever in your debt
For saving me from myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats really deep....