Sitting here,
hiding my depression
A fake smile will cover me
So long there's a Reflection
Dead eyes?
Well, those are mine
Unfortunately I can see
Yet I'm partially blind
A million lies
And one million fakes
Yes I still despise
The anger you had to create
Locked away; in my own prison
No way around, and nobody will listen
Rain beats steadily
My tears are unseen
The knife, it waits patiently
And now the kind ones are mean?
Once more, I lower my body
Onto my bed
Pillow, meet head.
Soon, you'll regret every word you said
Yes, you can tell me you love me
You can tell me I'm best
But I don't want to be with you
Or in your little contest..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem