I seem to lose
all the 'things'
to those close
i barely get the chance
before the end have come
a new record was set.
a week and a half
fastest yet
they knew my thoughts
and feelings
and they still have the nerve
to throw me aside
i lose it all to those i know best
and figure
i'm not good enough
not for them
so i say forget it why do i even try?
why do i even bother
with getting close?
with having feelings
a heart
and a soul
of which
are all so pure
so Innocent
i seem to be getting punished
for being Innocent
it's wrong
it's an issue
whats the point
of feeling
seeing
sensing
there is none
no reasons
why get close
when they will
soon distance
and i lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem