I'm shutting down again
Building the wall with your silence
filling in every sweet crack that had formed
For a moment, I allowed myself a glimpse of what could be
if only happiness wasn't so fleeting
And now your bored with me
I sense the door closing between our hearts
Silently, I push it shut
Down, down into the black
so familiar and cold
I can not let myself believe
any light will again find me here
Giving in is so easy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happiness becomes more scary than emptiness sometimes, thus an internal struggle.