Some people say Life is only borrowed.
Though's are the people who live in sorrow.
this is you bloody reality
You ask to hold my heart like a family.
But that truly was never me.
I hide my identity, someone like emily.
Only i can see the problems within thee.
They dig under my bloody skin.
My soul is unsaveable, dump it in a bin.
Break my soul to nothing more.
All i have left to do, is walk out the door.
By: Alex daniele Tabbert
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem