You say you care about me,
But where are you when needed?
You take away my happy thoughts,
Replacing them with sadness and pain.
With knife in hand I start to cry,
While you watch with a smile.
Though keeping you around hurts,
Letting go would surely kill.
So I hide my pain in these poems,
And fake a smile for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem