It ended up being broken..
Torn Apart. Ripped to pieces,
As if a savage beast has
Invaded my dreams.
I'm a loner, a person with
No where to go, to hide,
To sleep, to rest..
I think for myself, and only
For me. None are trustworthy, nor
; precious; to be with.
I hide my feelings,
Hating the ones around me,
No one would possibly understand
On how im feeling..
It feels that people are against
Me. And I enjoy it. I
Rather be alone and watch
The people enjoy themselves. Its
The way I am. It's who I am.
I give people happiness,
Even if it hurts me deep inside.
I serve for people who
Are unhappy.. And the ones that
Search for help. I
Would be willing to help, and
Be thrown away in the end.
I feed on sorrow, hate,
And despare. Its the way I am..
Its who I am.... Its the
Way I want it to be..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem