My body is imprinted into the sheets.
I haven't been able to move from
This position.
I've cried so much
I'm out of tears.
I've found the strength to
get up, and open the blinds.
No light shines through,
I'm falling apart.
I look into the mirror,
but a miserable, colorless
Girl looks back.
I can't even pick up my pieces.
Turn on my I-pod,
listen to Eminem, he cheers me up,
until I remember that you showed me him.
There goes my heart.
Tears race down my
already lost face.
I wrote this as a call for help.
I'm not okay.
I've lied, saying that I'm good.
I'm miserable. I'm choked up.
How can I move on,
when he's still inside my heart?
Please answer this call.
Now that he's gone,
so is my hope and happiness
I can't even stay positive..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem