Pristine walls surround me
Closing my mind off from reality
Nothing is the way it should be
She’s herself no longer
I only wish I were stronger
The blade won’t feed my hunger
For the weakened sense of pain
Something from which I should refrain
But the vivid memories still remain
Clearer than ever
They’ll probably stay forever
But I swear I’ll never
Give in
To my deadly sin
I don’t even know where to begin
It doesn’t matter who
But I won’t do
What I promised not to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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