I sit, and I scream and ask why. I get no response. I only get the dark echo of self loathing. I think, and all that comes to mind is you, and how much I need you. I think not of you, but of how much more I can hate my self for needing you. I want to need to survive off of your love. I can't..... I can't because you don't love. You bring me and pain and rage but....... I CAN'T TOUCH IT! ! ! ! I can't touch you, I can only feel the tainted darkness as it shrouds my view. I need to want to need you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem