Let me fall by my own grace,
Into your blackened soul.
Let me echo my own heart,
For I need hate you just
To remember who I am.
Let me cry my empty tears,
As I hurt by my own hand.
Let me recall and live in memory.
For that is all I have left just,
To hold hope in my hands.
Let me sit in my pain,
In my heartache,
To know for moment that
I was alive, that I could breathe.
Let me lock my door of secrets,
And toss away the key.
Let me forget who i can not be....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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