My soul will not break,
My heart will not shatter,
No matter what it takes,
I will be happy standing at the horror.
I will not cry,
I will not fail,
Even if you ask me why,
I will not bail.
As I swore to myself those words,
That are now broken,
A shattered world,
Is now to be spoken.
Deep within,
Hell is broken loose,
But as I stand with wrinkled skin,
I am now to choose.
A life worth living for,
Or a life worth fighting for,
Something exquisitely more,
Or something horribly wrong at the middle of my core.
I am the chosen one,
That cannot feel,
Becoming flames of the sun,
I wish this was not real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem