I am a thing to Hate,
A body to Rape.
I have shallow Dreams,
And bloodless Veins.
My brain has no thoughts,
My heart is feeling less.
I have no friends,
I live in loneliness.
I cannot trust myself,
I realized I am the greatest Enemy of myself.
I do no good to anyone,
I have become a Devil,
Its time you all know me,
And try to get me Killed.
But I am sorry my friends,
I could not help.
I always found it was Me against Myself.
This is the shocking truth about ourselves we don't like to talk about. I hear this poem, feel this poem, bleed this poem. well done!
Indeed we are the greatest enemy of ourselves. But no one should live in loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lot of people are this way.remem ber it is only this way. which means, there is a way to change. i mean there is a way to the other way....make oneself lovely to oneself and others.