i am nothing but the pillo,
on which you rest your head.
nothing but the comforter,
that protects you from the cold.
nothing but a friend,
that you can have to hold.
nothing but the one,
whos always ther to catch your tears.
nothing but a lie,
which you have made bigger.
it seems like i am only here to comfort you,
in this relationship built on lies and anger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem