Lies, all lies.
I lie to hide my real feelings.
I don't want anyone worrying over me.
Trying to make me feel better.
Because, I love my pain. Sad to say.
And no one really cares enough to try anyway.
I love my pain, but I hate it at the same time.
I want it to go away, but I want it to stay.
I want some one to care.
To save me.
To never let me fall into depression again.
My eyes hold so much pain.
But I hide it so well.
I want someone to see through my mask, my charade.
This is a plead, A cry.
For someone to save me.
But I know, that no one will.
They are all too busy.
Too busy in their own Affairs,
To notice some one as broken as me.
Why talk to me, after I ask?
Don't bother.
I'm done with you.
You and your lies.
My lies.
Good-bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem